How do you follow up the album that made you the planet's biggest pop icon? Return with an even bigger floor-filler, bag Hollywood's hottest A-lister, become a record mogul and take GQ's man of the world title. Easy, when you know how.
The tinted window of the Range Rover Sport is drawn down to just below eyelevel. Leaning forward in the righthand back seat. the passenger is peeking his sharp, crystal-blue eyes out over the glass. He's observing, daydreaming, scanning the horizon as the warm British summer breeze rushes around his ears and makes his eyes water. The window is just law enough for the passenger to see out, without the world being able to see in.
As the car navigates the north London traffic, the silver finish winking like mercury in the early evening light, the passenger watches the school kids of Kentish Town laugh their way around to a friend's house, the estate agents sip their first Friday-night pints, the girl in a red Fiat sing along to Lily Ailen's "Smile": all this without any of them noticing. There are no double takes, no gawping apen mouths; if anything, they notice the flash car rather than the absurdly famous pop icon sitting silently in the back, watching.
The passenger finds moments like this surreal, it' s so rare that he gets to indulge in a spot of quiet voyeurism all too of ten it's the other way araund: all eyes on him.
As the V8's supercharger kicks in, rocking the passenger's freshly buzzed grade-one cut into the brushed leather headrest, he closes his eyes and shuts out the traffic, trying to grab a few minutes of solitude before the door is opened and the paparazzi bulbs start raining down their hot white light.
Justin Timberlake - for who else would it be? - is the world's biggest pop star. He's also GQ's International Man Of The Year. As his second sol o album FutureSex/LoveSounds will prave, there isn't a performer on the planet who can touch him for intelligent1y crafted pop songs that make you want to shake your bones. He's the whole package - so perfect a pop product it's as if he's be en created in a laboratory by a team of chart scientists. In a way, perhaps he was. But that doesn't mean he's not in control of his own destiny. If you have to know one thing about Justin Timberlake, it's this: the kid is a master of manipulation.
Of course, this isn't the first time the world has witnessed Timberlake's undeniable powers of persuasion. After all, before his first solo album Justified came out in 2002, we thought we had him figured out. He was a chump, right? Just another processed teen star with a unitshifting past and a where-are-they-now future. But this is the man who crawled out of the boy-band wreckage at the start of the millennium, got rid of those *Nsync curls, went live on New York's Hot 97 radio station and admitted he'd gone down on Britney Spears. "I did it. I'm dirty."
One minute Timberlake was a forgotten relic of teeny pop, the next he's making the video for "Cry Me A River" in which he's stalking his ex and creeping up behind her to sniff her hair. Not only that, but he sourced dance moves from Michael Jackson (and got away with it), hired the hottest producers in the business - the Neptunes - and within the space of a year no one could give two hoots about his New Mickey Mouse Club beginnings. Timberlake suddenly became Trousersnake and he'd done the impossible - he'd became cool.
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