writer, White looks uncannily like Rudolf Nureyev in an Irving Penn portrait from 1965 – the searching gaze, sculptural nose, subtle pout – but in carriage and general sensibility, there is something Adam Driver-y or Oscar Isaac-ish about him. He is obviously talented , and gratified that people have responded to his work, but he has sort of backed into this whole leading-man thing. At best, White had aspired for consistency; not to suddenly be inundated with movie scripts.
Although he’s primarily based in Laurel Canyon, White still dresses like a Brooklyn boy. When we meet on a bright, cold Saturday in March at Avec River North, a Mediterranean-slash-New-American restaurant just minutes east of Mr Beef, the Chicago mainstay that inspiredWhite is wearing a grey knit vest over a T-shirt, and a big navy beanie over his dirty blond curls.