Here are four things you might not know about Daniel Radcliffe: 1.) He has 15 Instagram followers—for him, it’s a private photo-messaging service for friends and that’s about it; 2.) He’s not immune to getting star-struck (when it happens, his default tactic is “drive-by complimenting”); 3.) He’s on a Haruki Murakami kick, and, like the author, enjoys running, having pounded 90 miles of pavement this past summer; 4.) He has a newfound empathy for people with long hair, having had extensions put in for an upcoming role as Igor to James McAvoy’s Frankenstein in Hollywood’s most recent take on the sci-fi classic. “First of all, drying it takes half an hour and is so fucking boring,” he says. “Secondly, the upkeep! If you’re willing to put in the effort, I’m full of admiration, but I just couldn’t do it.”
The 26-year-old shares these tidbits while strolling through The Old Operating Theatre, a London museum that has kindly opened its doors to him for an after-hours tour. Surrounded by sinister-looking surgical instruments, we learn of how a coachman’s too-tight boots might have contributed to an aneurysm. It’s gruesome stuff, and a fitting setting as Radcliffe’s latest movie has him in a mad-science state of mind. Told from Igor’s perspective, Victor Frankenstein explores the young assistant’s backstory as well as the infamous outcome of the duo’s experiments. “I like the fact that it’s a studio movie with these big sets and sequences, but there’s also a cool intellectual debate going on—our innate fear of technology and the fear of people who push it beyond where we’re comfortable with it going—it felt like a nice combination,” he says.
Click through the gallery to read the rest of Daniel Radcliffe’s feature from the November 2015 issue of NYLON.