The director of Americana, which stars Halsey, has finally announced a release date of August 22nd for the film, which will be distributed by Liongsate. How exciting!
Tony Tost said:
The official release date for AMERICANA is August 22nd. It’s my first picture as a writer-director. I can’t wait for people to see it & our wonderful cast: Sydney Sweeney, Paul Walter Hauser, Halsey, Zahn McClarnon, Simon Rex, Eric Dane, Toby Huss, Gavin Maddox Bergman, & more.
Halsey and Avan Jogia were spotted out for lunch, heading to All Time, in Los Feliz.
On January 14th, Halsey shared a new poem on her Tumblr titled “Senescence”.
Aging is cruel.
Pages of a book stuck between fingers.
You lick and lick and they stay attached
refusing to peel apart.
Hair like dryer lint, lifting in the wind
whisping away, fragile thing.
A ghost of years past
and on your face, the betrayal of truth.
Hubris washed off, and confidence broken.
Heart in shambles, the failures of relationships end.
Jobs lost and children angry.
Revealing the lonely ranks of insecurity.
I know nothing.
I am nothing.
I never was.
You are nothing too
but you posture, with your youth.
And maybe, that is good enough
while it lasts.
– Senescence. 2025
Halsey has shared on her Instagram stories that she and her family are safe from the Los Angeles/California wildfires:
Myself Ender Avan and the fam are all safe and evacuated.
We had just moved into a new house in a new neighbourhood, and had a bad feeling. Unfortunately, that feeling was right.
If I’ve missed your messages I’m sorry, we have been trying to get a handle on some things, people and organisations that need our assistance right now.
Honestly.. can’t even wrap my head around this. Glued to the news as I’m sure most of you are as well.
If you are in need rn please text me and we will help any way we can. 🤍
On January 2nd, Halsey shared a new poem on Tumblr titled “MEAT 2024.”
I am hanging from a hook in the ceiling
like animal carcass.
I am splayed open, salted and tenderized.
My fatty bits sectioned off with bakers twine.
Red juices weep from my wounds.
Not blood, but the meat sweating
for better flavor.
A heavy palm comes down hard on my rump.
He lifts from the flank.
He samples the breast.
Hunger animates his body but he knows he must wait until the meat is ready.
He massages oils into the fibrous texture.
Working it in with the strong flat pads of his thumbs and fingers.
The meat is shivering.
The meat is shaking.
I’m told this is a chemical process.
Even once dead and removed from the body,
the meat dances on the table.
Due to the residual energy and nerve endings present in the tissue.
The flesh will twitch.
But it must be ready.
When it is ready he’ll carve it off in slabs,
and drop them into his mouth;
a mouse falling into the mouth of a snake
hanging by the tail.
He’ll glide the knife under the muscle
and it will slide down his throat
but it must be ready.
The meat is hanging but will not dry.
It drips
and drips
more juices.
The air is escaping.
The tendons are loosening.
He ties her off again and again.
Soon little lamb.
Soon.
