Hollywood Soul-Searching / Jumps to Death
Hollywood Soul-Searching After Red Carpet Reporter Jumps to Death… (Drudge Report)
Tragedy, Suicide and New York’s “King of the Red Carpet”
by Chris Gardner
That’s one reason why Slonim’s death continues to be felt by the city’s players six months later: His absence, and the tragic (and very public) circumstances of his death, represent something larger.
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Hollywood attempting to soul-search is bit of a oxymoron.
Hollywood can attempt to soul-search but it will find nothing looking in the dark.
Hollywood can attempt to soul-search but as it walks around looking for answers both are going to fall into a pit.
Leave them; they are blind guides. If a blind man leads a blind man, both will fall into a pit. (Matthew 15:14)
God, who is Light and can displace the darkness in your life, uses two aspects to enlighten individuals.
1: His Holy Spirit which is also called The Spirit of Truth
Even the world seeks out the best counselors for it’s problems why then not humble oneself to be taught by holy men and women?
Even lawyers will spout-away that only a fool represents himself in a court of law, so why does anyone seek the Truth within themselves?
In the example below, one out of many, we can see points 1 & 2 worked out.
On the Sabbath we went outside the city gate to the river, where we expected to find a place of prayer. We sat down and began to speak to the women who had gathered there. One of those listening was a woman named Lydia, a dealer in purple cloth from the city of Thyatira, who was a worshiper of God.
The Lord opened her heart to respond to Paul’s message. When she and the members of her household were baptized, she invited us to her home. “If you consider me a believer in the Lord,” she said, “come and stay at my house.”
And she persuaded us. (Acts 16:13-15)
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(hollywoodreporter.com)—Six months after the death of media fixture Jeffrey Slonim, family and friends like Lena Dunham and Julianne Moore reveal their struggle to understand what went wrong: “For all of us, this was a complete shock.”
The red carpet journalist arrived at Lincoln Center’s Illumination Lawn just after 10:30 a.m. Oct. 13. But with rain in the forecast, the entrance to the lawn was chained off. He had been to Lincoln Center dozens of times covering premieres, the opera and the ballet. In fact, he had worked the red carpet across the street at Alice Tully Hall just six days earlier at a screening of Pedro Almodovar’s Julieta as part of the New York Film Festival. There were more screenings scheduled that night, and media pals expected to see him on the carpet.
Instead, that morning the reporter threw his legs over the chained-off entrance to the lawn, which hangs over the 65th Street sidewalk between Amsterdam and Columbus avenues — a bit more than two stories. It doesn’t look high enough for what he came to do. He was pacing back and forth, talking to himself.
His presence caught the eyes of two Lincoln Center security guards, who approached and asked that he exit. But instead, he climbed the sleek metal railing that frames the lawn and stared down at the street. The sight of a man on the ledge caught bystanders off guard. Pedestrians on the sidewalk below, in front of the famed Juilliard School, stopped to look up. Police arrived within minutes, and onlookers joined the pleas of uniformed NYPD officers shouting, “Don’t jump!”
“People weren’t sure what was going to happen — if he really wanted to jump or was trying to get attention,” recalls a staffer at Lincoln Ristorante, an upscale Italian eatery wedged right below the lawn. “This is New York; crazy things happen all the time.”
They built a life, shared an apartment on Lexington Avenue (across the street from Madonna), bought a house in East Hampton and had two adorable boys, Finbarr and Declan. “A very New York life” is how friend and veteran publicist R. Couri Hay describes what they had. Slonim loved thrifting and antiques, was obsessed with fixing up a Jeep Wagoneer, played a mean piano, and owned ’80s artwork from legends like Keith Haring. He adored his sons and would get involved in class projects and assignments.
And, he loved his job. “He had a great eye for people on the way up. He was so well liked by everybody in that vicious world,” recalls brother Hunt. “Cindy Adams once said to me, ‘The difference between your brother and me is that he loves what he does and I don’t.'”