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Conversations with Michael Fassbender sometimes go in surprising directions. He has not been spending much of the money he’s made in the past few years, he tells me, apropos of not much, from acting in X-Men and Scott’s Prometheus and Quentin Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds—he still lives in the same East London bachelor apartment he’s had since his twenties—and that presents an interesting conundrum:

"It’s probably not good in the bank," he muses, as though this is the first time this notion has occurred to him. "You need to get it out of the bank."

Out of the bank?

"You hear, ‘Oh, we’re in this much debt.’ It’s like, where is that money?! All these numbers: Where do they come from? One hundred billion whatever, these numbers. I’d like to see a room with that amount of money. There is no room that could take that amount of money. That money doesn’t exist."

But you’re in the same spot, right? I don’t know what you get for X-Men, but you’ve never seen $7 million in a room, either.

"No, but what I’m saying is like, countries going, ‘We’re in this much debt, and we’ve got to get it together to pay off this debt.’ It’s like, ‘You’re never going to pay that debt off. It’s impossible.’ I worry about currency and money. Inflation, bang, and next thing, a million’s not worth anything. Like in Germany before and after the war, when it really crashed. It was like 2,000 marks for a loaf of bread or something, you know what I mean? That’s why you’ve got to get it in bricks and mortar.”

Perhaps it’s time to upgrade to a new apartment.

"Or some gold."

You should buy a house made out of gold.

"I want that gold house."

Profiled Michael Fassbender for the November GQ. 


Nikola Tamindzic, Untitled #24/82 (Parking Lot), 2011

Sometimes I’m surprised by forgotten images in my archive. This is is from my last trip to Las Vegas: The Daily (R.I.P.) sent me and Zach Baron to try & retrace Hunter S. Thompson’s steps on the 40th anniversary of Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas. Moments of eerie calm between attempts to do as Hunter would.