Michael is the first and fastest biopic in history to gross $1 billion at the global box office.
— Michael Jackson extends his record as the most awarded legacy artist in Guinness World Records history.
Dois ícones desbancando um bando de artista pop de hoje q se consideram "a industria". Mostrando pra geral q a dinastia do pop será sempre deles. Rainha e Rei eternos ❤️ ninguém jamais acima deles!
Vcs pedem para respeitarem a memória do MJ e vcs não respeitam a memória da Lisa. Ninguém precisa gostar de ninguém, mas acredito q respeito era algo q o próprio pregava muito e deveria ser seguido.
O povo deveria só ter o mínimo de respeito a Lisa. Ambos erraram naquela relação e a Lisa soube bem q o quanto errou, acho até q pagou em vida pelos seus erros. Ela perdeu o pai, o MJ e o próprio filho, fora q ela tbm já se foi, acho demais ela ficar sendo julgada toda hora.
Há 20 anos atrás a Marjorie Estiano tinha a sorte de estrear no horário nobre numa novela do Manoel Carlos tendo como parceiro de cena ninguém mais ninguém menos que o grande Tarcísio Meira e os dois tiveram cenas lindas de avô e de neta ❤️
Uma cafonice isso hahahahah 🤣🤣, um grande circo. Depois reclamam q querem privacidade 🙄, fazem esse circo todo pra fingir depois que gostam de serem reservados. 🤦🏻♀️
@ZAMENZA É aquilo né " vamos usar nossos funcionários para ganhar engajamento e lucrar mais e ainda fingimos q somos boas pessoas q se importam com eles" 🙄
@ianvicx_@centralreality Se eles queriam ser "legais" com os funcionários era só aumentar o salario de todos, não precisava dessa patifaria aí não. Só fizeram isso pra lucrar em cima deles. Uns ridículos! Achando q estavam fazendo algo bom.
April 23, 2005
Los Angeles, California
📷: Giuseppe Mazzola
Every time I was with him, I felt as though I were witnessing something extraordinary and irreplaceable. I watched him discreetly, almost fearfully, wondering what kind of noise that silence might make inside him, a silence that, over time, seemed to have become his melody, his most sincere song.
He hid behind his hair and makeup, as if he needed a barrier between himself and the world. And yet, through that mask, he revealed a disarming fragility. The emptiness he carried inside seemed to have slowly shaped the contours of his aesthetic, his appearance, and his physicality.
Those were the hardest photographs of my life. Not because of what they showed, but because of what they hinted at. Sometimes I wanted to hug him; other times, I wanted to run away. Because empathy, sometimes, brings you so close to another human being’s pain that you no longer know where theirs ends and yours begins.
Today, as I look at those images, I feel that time has not erased anything. This is not a celebration. Perhaps it isn’t even a memory. It is a pact with the realization that something fragile, immense, and defenseless has happened and continues to live on in my heart.
Farewell Michael, you’re amongst my most precious tears.
G.M.