What Can’t Henry Golding Do? — W

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— by David Amsden: Several times over the past year, Henry Golding has been struck by the peculiar turns his life has taken. One morning not long ago, for instance, he was in Los Angeles, strolling through West Hollywood in black jeans, a black T-shirt, and black shades, a faint spray of black scruff across his cheeks. Having flown in from his home in Singapore two days earlier, he was a bit caffeine starved and entered an airy little coffee joint to grab an iced cappuccino. When he reached for his wallet, the cashier blushed, grinned, blushed some more; she seemed, for an awkward few seconds, to have lost the ability to speak. Once she found her voice, she informed Golding that his drink was on the house…

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May 1, 2019 — 09:00


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