For a Hollywood leading man, perhaps Philip Seymour Hoffman's most refreshing virtue was how un-Hollywood he always seemed to be.
He was the anti pin-up. Always a little dishevelled, maybe a little overweight. Fame, wealth and celebrity were but byproducts of his job; acting was his sole ambition. And publicly compared with many of his blockbuster contemporaries, Philip Seymour Hoffman was an outsider.
I went to his apartment this week, on a little street down in Manhattan's West Village.
The bohemian neighbourhood undoubtedly rates as one of the nicest-and most exclusive-in New York. Think Sex and the City. Think boutiques, wine bars, and movie stars with designer dogs.
The West Village is not a part of town one usually associates with heroin addicts.