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Her hair is down, her feet bare, only a touch of makeup, her skin luminous.She smiles widely—a beneficent, ethereal wood nymph. She’s not the intense control freak—or at least not obviously so.There’s the chaos surrounding the practical day-to-day—playdates, doctors’ appointments, packing and unpacking, and organizing mealtimes. “It’s just been the hardest time, and we’re just kind of coming up for air.[This house] is a big jump forward for us, and we’re all trying to do our best to heal our family.”As it happens, the personal trauma has coincided with her most personal film yet.We step outside and there’s Shiloh, 11, and Knox, 9, hanging out.Shiloh, who likes to dress like a boy, is wearing a camouflage jacket, long shorts, and heavy black sneakers, despite the blazing heat.
Following her September 2016 filing for divorce from Brad Pitt, she and her children spent nine months in a rental, basically living out of suitcases.Jolie and Pitt, who’d been together for 12 years and appeared to be the most gloriously evolved couple in Hollywood, split last September.She filed for divorce suddenly “for the health of the family,” according to her lawyer, and announced she was seeking sole custody of the children, three of whom are adopted (Maddox, 15, Pax, 13, and Zahara), three of whom are biological (Shiloh, Vivienne, and Knox).Inside, the vibe is airy and calm: all open windows and cross-breezes, creamy-white unlit candles, soft creamy-white furnishings.
Finally she emerges from the other side of the house and glides across the room in a creamy-white, floor-length caftan.
She finally settles on the living room, which a set-decorator friend furnished on the fly, with two creamy-white sofas and some big throw pillows. “I didn’t even know I needed ‘throw pillows.’ ” Decorating, house stuff, “that was always Brad’s thing.” On cue, as if taunting her, Jolie’s large Rottweiler, Dusty, soaking from a trip to the pool, jumps onto the sofa, soiling it. We move to the kitchen, where Jolie fixes herself a cup of tea. I ask the girl if she’s called “Viv” or “Vivienne.” “Either one! She dumps her stuff on the counter and goes out to play with her friend.