There’s a photo of Owen Wilson I want you to imagine. It’s a brittle black-and-white image. Slightly askew, it’s almost as if the photographer was shuffling backward, surprised. The background of this photo is filled by the heavy vertical weight of an institution—in this case, the headquarters of Columbia Pictures, which spills down and out onto the bottom of the frame. The building itself is decapitated by the camera, and the glazed glass doors reflect various treetops with a forceful clarity.