![]() ![]() Get Christopher’s look: EA7 Emporio Armani Swim Trunks APL Sandals. Then you have a scar, so you don’t have flexibility of the tissue to move. “You have trauma,” he says, “and your tissue doesn’t go back to normal. Meloni is balletic in this beastly show of force, though there’s a cost. ![]() I am informed that this is a light workout. He’s on hour 12 of an intermittent fast when we head down to the building’s gym to grunt through 80 minutes of box jumps, pullups-Meloni does 25 while I manage zero, which he nonverbally attributes to a total lack of lats and rhomboids with a grim tap to the outside of my shoulder blade-and something called “the saw,” a move as unpleasant as it sounds. When I show up at his building ten minutes early-thinking I’d wait while setting up in the gym where we are supposed to do a punishing workout together-the doorman says Meloni wants me to meet him in his apartment, where he is scowling and rubbing out knots with a Back Buddy massager. Organized Crime debuted in April, followed a week later by an on-set photo posted to a neighborhood Facebook group that depicted Meloni’s butt girth appearing to rival Kim Kardashian’s, and then, a few days after that, a tweet by Queen Cher: Yet this past spring, Americans seemed to spontaneously and simultaneously cathect on this white man of a certain age who plays a cop. One could also ask these questions of Christopher Meloni. How woke are you? And how much of a man are you?” You know, you’re a white cop of a certain age, you’re not allowed to do a lot of things, and you’re being challenged on your bona fides on both sides. Stabler is now in his mid-50s and coming into, Meloni says, “a world he doesn’t understand. ![]() Meloni spins his tale of corpse finding from the 26th floor of a luxury high-rise purchased with the money that enticed him to return to Law & Order in his own spin-off, Organized Crime. He played Detective Elliot Stabler, who retired from the force in 2011 due to an offscreen contract dispute with NBC. That is how Meloni merrily turns the story of a placid morning into the cold open of an episode of Law & Order: SVU, the corner of the Dick Wolf multiverse in which he spent 12 years bashing perps. Play icon The triangle icon that indicates to play “I know it’s a crime scene!” Meloni shouts. “Don’t go too close to the body!” Sherman calls out while dialing. “Call 911,” Meloni says over his shoulder, running toward what he now realizes are the remnants of a victim. Meloni finally understands that the bag is actually a body bag: There’s been a grisly, perverted murder. “You know, these fucking guys throw garbage away, and it just floats up on our shores.” Sherman grabs Meloni’s extravagantly muscled bicep. After a few minutes, they wonder: Where is Scotty? Meloni whistles for him, lowering his NYPD hat and turning until he sees the wiry little dog in the sunlight, sniffing a full plastic bag on the waterline. No one recognizes the actor, a rare occurrence lately. “He’ll be fine,” Meloni says, unclipping the dog and turning back to the reno updates. Meloni tells her he’s going to let Scotty off leash, which Sherman warns is against park rules. Christopher Meloni asks Sherman, his wife of 26 years, if they’ve gotten a bid on demolition-they just purchased an entire floor of a co-op in the West Village, and Sherman, an artist and former production designer, is going to lead the renovation of the investment property. It’s a late-spring morning, and small swells of river are flicking at the wooden posts poking out of the water, ghosts of an expired pier. THEY ARE WALKING with their border terrier along the Hudson on the west side of Manhattan.
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