Angela Bassett, Queen of the Universe
glamour.comBy Photography by This summer, in some mean August heat, Angela Bassett—stunning in a white, formfitting gown, a soft-wave bob dancing with the angles of her face—emerges from her curtained-off dressing area and takes her place on a stool before a camera.
The crew is finishing setup, and Bassett prepares herself. As the teleprompter rolls, she mouths the words, so fervently that the tech staff tiptoe and all the air in the room seems to hush.During this five-minute meditation, Bassett’s face telegraphs a range of affective states, queueing them, bringing them forward, then allowing them to fade.
Chest raised, she is the wise woman, undaunted. She summons the pensiveness and furrowed brow of a woman who remembers how things used to be, what we now prefer to forget.
At one point she stops and looks around, asking the crew whether she’s distracting them. She is reassured that she is not, and she continues.
Read more on glamour.com
