Jennifer Garner’s automotive is parked right over there, by the Prius, behind the lot. “It’s form of an extended drive,” she says, “so why don’t we go together? We are able to talk on the way in which.” Sounds good. I’ll drive with Garner, whom I’ve known for an hour and a half. Or 22 years, depending on the way you’re counting. We’ve just spent the early afternoon in a woodworking studio in downtown Los Angeles. That’s what I call it, but I’ve been corrected. Technically, it’s “wood turning.” Garner spent dozens of hours here, a ground-floor industrial space the scale of a yoga studio with the decibel range of a speed-metal show, learning the craft from a master woodturner named Aaron as...
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