Cate Blanchett for “Sì Intense” - Backstage images - 2014
Vogue: The Art Issue - December 2009 (x)
Cate Blanchett by Annie Leibovitz
I need a hero, I’m holding out for a hero
'Til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
Cate Blanchett by Robin Sellick - 1994
Cate Blanchett and Philip Seymour Hoffman at The Talented Mr. Ripley Premiere
What’s also surprising is that she is an incorrigible fidget. During a rare quiet moment in a loud, strident play, about fifteen minutes into the first act, Blanchett, who has been fiddling with a ring on her finger, drops it: Plunk … plunk … plunk it goes, noisily down the wooden riser in front of us, coming to rest underneath someone’s seat in a row close to the stage. Blanchett sucks in a breath, covers her face with her hands, and freezes for a full minute.
An hour later - an eternity- the first act finally comes to an end. When the lights go up, Blanchett says to the woman sitting directly in front of her, “That was my engagement ring, and this is the third time I’ve lost it. I’ve been married for 17 years.” She looks at me “I have no shame. I will crawl around on my hands and knees.” She starts laughing nervously as everyone around us joins in the search. Finally, an older gentleman pops up from beneath the seats a few rows down with the ring in his hand. She hugs him, thanks everyone and apologizes profusely, then heads off to the bar for a glass of wine. As we step outside to talk, I notice that one of her shoes is untied. As she bends down to tie it, she bumps into the wall and spills some of her wine. There’s something almost comically Chaplinesque in this display of anxious, antic energy. I get the sense that when Blanchett isn’t throwing herself into a role, she is literally hurling herself through life.