It’s been a while since a 45-year-old woman got the cover of American Vogue and this one is doing it looking like a rich bad-ass with a fantastic sofa. I approve.
She’s delightful in the interview, which is itself really a treat of a read. (We’re nearly the same age. I don’t understand why Olivia Colman and I aren’t friends. She seems like the sort of person who would be a real kick, but who would also tell you when you’re being an idiot, which is useful in a friend.) The piece is also quite telling; the habit for these Vogue profiles is that they get quotes about how great the person is from other celebrities. And usually you can tell that the person mostly means it, but whatever they say still always feels like PR-approved soundbites. The ones in this profile are more like, “Oh, Olivia? She’s a GENUIS and also I’D LET HER KILL ME IF SHE NEEDED TO.”
I cackled at this bit:
Colman has a double challenge when it comes to Queen Elizabeth. On one hand, she is playing a real, known person whom she’s never spoken to at length. (Colman did receive a more sustained greeting from the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge after winning a BAFTA this year. “I got over-grinny and a bit nervous and was sort of introducing Prince William to everybody,” she says.) On the other, she follows Foy, whom many viewers associate with the role. “I sort of tried to imagine how Claire would do it,” Colman says. “But I’m not actually the queen and I’m not actually Claire Foy.” Unlike the two of them, she also has brown eyes, and contact lenses were attempted, despite what Colman describes as her “very strong eyelids.” “It was basically like an exorcism: ‘Just hold me down and thrust it in!’ ” she recalls. Finally the production resigned itself to a brown-eyed queen. Tobias Menzies, who plays Prince Philip, was not so fortunate in makeup: He had the front of his hairline cropped to mimic a thinning coif. “That’s commitment, isn’t it?” Colman marvels. “Because he’s got to go to Sainsbury’s with a slightly shaved head.”
It’s a very good piece. We learn her dog is named ALFRED, LORD WAGGYSON! She honestly comes across as being as lovely and great as you’d want her to be. And Vogue actually acknowledges that Colman is older than their usual cover star:
It is customary for Vogue to choose its cover stars from emerging young talent and soaring celebrity leaders. At 45, Colman is a cover woman for a new era: proof of the glamour of slowly and devotedly building one’s life and craft; a reminder that, for a rising generation of powerful women, it is possible to reach success and mastery while remaining honest, patient, healthy, whole.
Right, guys, well, KEEP IT UP.