Ruth Negga for The Edit Magazine photographed by Norman Jean Roy and styled by Tracy Taylor.
“She’s a huge feminist, and that was important,” says Negga [about Karla Welch, her stylist]. “I don’t have time to go to the gym, and she dresses my body in a way that’s going to give me confidence. I like a sleeve, I like a high neck,” she continues, “that’s my style. And I am gently stubborn about being shoehorned into something that I am not.”
[When Meryl Streep gave Negga a name-check at the Golden Globes] “That was surreal,” squeaks Negga, her low, mellifluous voice, lilting Limerick accent firmly intact, shooting up an octave. “There was a camera right beside me, so I had to try and stay calm. What I really wanted to do was scream, ‘Are you f***ing kidding me? Rewind. Say it again, Meryl, we couldn’t hear it at the back.’”
“Instagram and Twitter, I don’t engage with any of it – it terrifies the s*** out of me,” she says. “And I’ve never been on Facebook, ever. What that means is that I’m always the last to find something out, and my friendship group is very small, but, I would hope, committed.”
[Photo Credit: Norman Jean Roy/The Edit Magazine]