Three weeks into shooting for The Danish Girl, Redmayne flew to L.A. from London. The next evening, around 5:00 a.m. British time, he clambered onto the stage of the Dolby Theater in a midnight-blue Alexander McQueen tuxedo to accept the Oscar for Best Actor from Cate Blanchett. “I will promise you I will look after him!” he said of the trophy in a breathless baritone, half Alec Guinness, half Bob Cratchit. On Monday, he touched down back in London and went directly from the airport to the studio. “We had some decorations on his trailer,” Vikander says. “He went straight to the set and just did this killer scene. I was so amazed about how he was able to close everything off and get tunnel vision and go right back to his part in the way he did. He’s all about the work, that guy.”
Vogue, October 2015 (x) — Eddie dressed as Einar Wegener with Oscar in his trailer
You can’t freak out. In the past people have gone: ‘Oh my god, you’ve won an Oscar, your life’s changed!’ And it really hasn’t. The Oscar sits on a little side table in my flat in London and looks a bit unreal. It’s very shiny and surreal. The answer is: you just put one foot in front of the other and you hope that it goes alright.