Vince Vaughn Esquire December 2008
Vince Vaughn looks a lot like Vince Vaughn, only bigger…He’s tall enough to have to duck through doorways, as he just did, and wide enough to spend a lot of time walking sideways through tight spaces, like this steakhouse. He wears a pair of old-school Nike sneakers that could be used as war canoes. About six and a half feet higher up, his hair rises like a wave above the low-tide beach that is his forehead. (He calls it his fivehead.) His face is full, puffy enough to make him sometimes look as though he’s fighting to keep his eyes open–not as though he’s just woken up but as though he’s never bothered to go to bed in the first place. His shirt is open at the collar, probably because it has to be. It’s also open at the waist. Even from across this crowded restaurant, it’s possible to see a jumbo slice of Vaughn’s naked belly. It’s too much to ignore, this great golden acreage, because he leads with it and because it’s probably been kissed by Jennifer Aniston, standing on her tippy-toes. The man doesn’t just occupy airspace; he fills it.
-Esquire Magazine December 2008 issue.
