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Floyd Mayweather
The World According to Money
The greatest fighter of his generation, Floyd Mayweather Jr. lives louder & larger than any man in America - So why is he so pissed off?
By Paul Solotaroff
Photograph by Mark Seliger
You can get a lot done in life if you don’t waste the hours between midnight and sunup on something as shiftless as sleep. Floyd Mayweather Jr knocks off more before dawn than most of us do in a month of Mondays, and has seven boxing titles, more than $200 million in earnings and a half-dozen busts for battery and harassment to prove it beyond dispute. His perpetual motor, rare as it is, goes by lots of names. In a warrior, you’d call it tenacity; in a corporate banker, ruthlessness. In Mayweather, it’s the thing we call character.
Diplo
Diplo & the search for the perfect beat
FROM THE FAVELASOF RIO TO MAKINGTRACKS FOR BIEBER,THE WILD RIDE OFA GLOBAL JET-SETPARTY-STARTER
By Jonah Wenner
Photograph by Shane McCauley
Diplo is at a studio in Burbank, California, searching for inspiration, Raising a two-word prayer to the heavens. “Justin Bieber, Justin Bieber,” the 33-year-old DJ and producer chants, rubbing his neck thoughtfully. It’s mid-March and, in 24 hours, he’s set to begin a four-day studio session with the teen-pop phenomenon, bouncing song ideas off him and working with him on new music. Diplo searches his laptop for sounds he can flip into the building blocks of a hit: distorted snares, booming kicks, electronic burps and bzzaps. “This is a big record,” Diplo says.
Charlie Sheen
Still Crazy After All These Years
Charlie Sheen may be off tiger blood and back on TV, but he hasn’t cleaned up his act. A week on the edge with Hollywood’s last wild man.
By Erik Hedegaard
Photography by Peggy Sirota
Charlie Sheen can get in more hot water in more ways than just about anyone ever. In the past year or so alone, he’s – well, no doubt you already know all about it: the rants against his former boss, Two and a Half Men creator Chuck Lorre (“that low-rent, nutless sociopath”), the parading around of his live-in so-called goddesses (one, a porn star, the other, a former nanny), the court-ordered removal of his kids from his house, the lunatic verbiage (“Vatican assassin warlocks”, “tiger blood”, “winning!”,“banging seven-gram rocks”).