Darren's interview in Essential Homme: Criss Almighty
He can sing, he can act, and he does a killer Tom Waits impression. Is there anything Darren Criss can’t do?
Darren Criss arrives at the Greenwich Village studio where he’ll be photographed for his Essential Homme cover story in thick black Buddy Holly glasses, a t-shirt and salmon colored jeans, his naturally curly hair a bit of a mop. It’s been two and a half weeks since Hurricane Sandy and this particular studio, an enormous, airily modern white walled loft a block from the Hudson River, still doesn’t have heat or hot water. It’s freezing. Criss’s L.A.-based publicist has his down parka zipped up all the way to his chin, and during the shoot, several of the stylists resort to warming themselves with a blow dryer from hair and makeup. You have to feel bad for Criss, changing in and out of clothes while the rest of us are bundled up, borrowing scarves from the racks and racks of clothes pulled for the shoot. But he never complains. Not once.
