Bleszinski drove into Epic’s parking lot in a red Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder, the top down despite an impending rainstorm. His current haircut is short and cowlicked, his bangs twirled up into a tiny moussed horn. He was wearing what in my high school would have been called “exchange-student jeans”—obviously expensive but slightly the wrong color and of a somehow non-American cut. Beneath a tight, fashionably out-of-style black nylon jacket was a T-shirt that read “TECHNOLOGY!” His sunglasses were of the oversized, county-sheriff variety, and each of his earlobes held a small, bright diamond earring. He could have been either a boyish Dolce & Gabbana model or a small-town weed dealer.
I kid with the pull quote. It’s a pretty interesting overview from outside the games industry of epic, the industry, and our man.
I find it interesting that the article discusses his interest in dropping his unserious moniker and yet he agrees to be photographed like this for New Yorker. Pretty illuminating article for Blezinski, that aside.