The making (and remaking) of Timothée Chalamet (and Daniel Riley).
He backtracked a lot (“Wait, let me try that again”). He jumped on and off the record (“Sorry, sorry, sorry, this is just for you…”). It was important for me to know, he said, in order to communicate the context of his experience, if not the specifics.
Is Riley becoming Chalamet's biographer? From 2018:
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.