If I had to choose an actress to be my mother, it would be Meryl Streep. And Julie Andrews would be my grandmother. It’d be cute.
Meryl and I go way back. So far back that I prefer to call her by her first name. She is one of my mother’s favorite actresses and I was raised to view her as a sort of actor God. From Out of Africa, Death Becomes Her, and Music of the Heart, to Prime, Julie & Julia, and It’s Complicated, I have loved her. Doesn’t matter how deep (Sophie’s Choice) or superficial (Devil Wears Prada) the role, she plays them all with exceptional ability. It’s been said countless times and I’ll say it again for good measure: Meryl Streep is a true actor. She is as legit as they come.
I still have to persuade Meryl every time to let me photograph her! Out of all the actors I know she is the most reluctant to be photographed. I think because it’s me and she trusts me, she sees the photography now as an extension of our friendship. Meryl’s never interested in being seen as herself—even on the set for The Iron Lady she was so concentrated and focused that she stayed in character. She’s the only actress I know who really has no genuine interest or pleasure in looking at herself. She’s interested in the work she’s doing, and after that she just wants to live her life, unobserved.
(via Miss Moss)