Robert Pattinson on Life Beyond Twilight
COFFEEIt’s the unseasonably cold November of 2008 when I go to New York’s Bowery Hotel. There’s a young man sitting in the garden, wrapped in about nine black sweaters and wearing a wool hat, sipping a latte the size of his head, and furiously making notes on a script in the bitter cold. I have read about teenage girls lighting themselves on fire in front of his hotel, but at the moment Robert Pattinson is warming his hands on a coffee cup. Hello, I’m Jenny. I think I’m here so you can check me out.“Okay. I’m Rob. Um . . […]