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Saucepan Man saunters over for a chat, shaking Empire by the hand, clanking up a storm. He is covered head-to-toe in pans, with goggles made of sieves. “You're clanking,” we say as he takes a seat. “You can definitely hear me. I feel like a kind of... goat, with a bell on.” It’s quite the gig. Does he ever, we wonder aloud, catch sight of himself in the steel mirror and think: “How did I get here?” “Yeah,” he nods, “I mean, it’s funny career trajectory, isn’t it? You end up as Saucepan Man, and you sort of go, God.” Saucepan Man is summoned to the set. …
摘自《帝国》(Empire)2026年4月刊,Alex Godfrey。仅引用开头一小段供了解文章,版权归原刊所有,全文请阅读原刊。