Entity Mag

Feb 9, 2024 | entitymag.com | Raisa Bruner

window.dataLayer = window.dataLayer || []; function gtag(){dataLayer.push(arguments);} gtag('js', new Date()); gtag('config', 'G-GEQWY429QJ'); Susan Rockefeller didn’t plan on building a media business. But as she developed her reputation as a film producer, philanthropist, and connector for sustainability innovators, the opportunity was clear.

Nov 21, 2023 | entitymag.com | Robbie Wood |Leslie Zemeckis

Say “Hello” to Carol. Carol is getting on in years; her skin is wrinkled from age but mostly from hours bathing in the ultraviolet sun. Carol will never stop her habit––the lawn chair is her solace, tanning from orange to burnt sienna under the heated rays of our solar system’s star. Carol loves to sunbathe in her birthday suit. Carol loves the heat of the sun on her skin.

Nov 21, 2023 | entitymag.com | Robbie Wood |Sophia Munoz |Leslie Zemeckis

It was never supposed to go this far. She only meant to scare him. But now, as the coral Range Rover erupts into flames, and ashes swirl in the mild breeze, dwindling into the brisk November evening–with him inside of it–she knows she’s fucked. A suffocating, syrupy sweet fetor clouds her nostrils, courtesy of that deceptively gentle wind. Burning leather elicits tears from her eyes. Sour bile rises in her throat.

Nov 21, 2023 | entitymag.com | Robbie Wood |Sophia Munoz |Leslie Zemeckis

Her determination burned like a fiery sunset. Her ambition was loud like thunder. She had short, curly brown hair and soft, pale skin. She dressed like she owned the world in lace and bold details. She commanded a room when she walked into it. She was ambitious, open-minded, and passionate when it came to filmmaking. She knew she wanted to make history when she knocked on his door. Alice Guy-Blaché was born July 1st, 1873, in Saint-Mande, France.

Nov 21, 2023 | entitymag.com | Robbie Wood |Sophia Munoz |Leslie Zemeckis

Look, it’s not like body snatching had been her first choice. Julie d’Aubigny, fifteen years old and not usually found within Catholic cemeteries, set down her shovel and wiped the sweat from her brow. She listened for any hint of trouble, but the cemetery was as silent as the convent it bordered. Not that anyone had asked, but Julie’s first choice would have been to spend a happy eternity arm in arm with her beloved, strolling the streets of Marseilles sunburnt and drunk on each other’s company.