Who Is Taylor Lautner? VMAN Calls him “The Idol”
It’s ten a.m. in Manhattan, and Taylor Lautner and I are sitting in a secluded booth at the restaurant of his hotel (a favored sanctuary of the mandatorily hermetic), thirty-five floors into the sky. Lautner occasionally looks to the enormous glass window beside us, out and down at the frantic flow of citizens beginning their days, living their private lives, free to explore any impulse or passion. I look out there, too, while he finishes the tired anecdote. His security guard, presumably the same one, is sitting twenty feet away from us, drinking orange juice, while Lautner proceeds to tell me basically nothing about himself.
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