Denzel Washington walks like a cat strutting atop a high ledge. One foot in front of the other, lightly. Head pulled down, slightly. Eyes watching everything. There's an efficiency and effortlessness in his movement. He's like this when he enters the hotel room in New Orleans, where I am waiting to interview him. "Where should we sit?" he asks, and he walks to the window and pulls back the scrim, letting August's white-hot sunlight into the room. Washington, dressed in sweats and a Yankees cap pulled low on his head, drops in a chair and points at one beside him. I sit. We're like two men on the edge of a pier, staring forward, not really looking at each other.
Source: http://www.gq.com/
Related Posts : GQ, The Morning Rush
Source:
http://www.engrmoks.com/2012/10/gq-october-2012-denzel-washington.html