Timothée graces the cover of the March issue of GQ. You can read the interview here, see images in the gallery in HQ and read a few excerpts below as well.
His is a brimming exuberance that’s reined in by a sober conscientiousness. Often there seem to be two competing forces pulling at either arm: the desire to let everything in, to not take any of this good fortune for granted, while also contending with a constant low-level fear of losing the thing he’s only just grabbed hold of. “Fuck yeah, while it’s going on, I’m going to enjoy every second of this—it sounds cheesy, but I think of myself as an actor third, an artist second, and a fan first,” he said. “But I have genuine fear of having the inability to replicate this moment again.”
He’s self-critical and cautious. He’s skeptical of “the artificial maturity that can accompany young actors.” He repeats often “that the male brain doesn’t fully develop until 25.” He’s wary of the pitfalls of early success and thinks constantly about fucking it up. It’s imperative to him that he not be “a flash in the pan, or do anything to encourage the idea that this is a moment, and a flavor of the month.… I look at the road map for young male actors, for young actors, and it’s not particularly healthy.” One way to protect himself, he knows, is to show up and make it clear how entirely appreciative he is of everything that’s happened this fall and winter, but then to disappear as quickly as possible back into a new project, back into the work.