Jennifer Aniston’s home, on a Los Angeles hilltop, could be intimidating if Jennifer Aniston didn’t live in it. An impassive white stucco frontage houses a large wooden door, which opens to reveal Aniston in aviator reading glasses and workout clothes and surrounded by three excitable dogs of different size and flavor.
Aniston, blonder than her honeyed usual, heads to the kitchen–cum–TV room and puts on some tea. “How’s life?” I ask, hazarding a guess that life for Aniston—who married longtime boyfriend Justin Theroux last summer—is not too shabby.
“Married life is so normal and fun and not much different,” she says. “We felt married for so long.” Theroux is not in town, rather in New York shooting the film adaptation of The Girl on the Train, with Emily Blunt.
“As they say in the business, ‘He’s on fire,’ ” Aniston says with air quotes, while alighting on the couch with her green–mint tea combo. “I’m so proud of him.”
Theroux may be away, but in the house’s decor he is very present. Pictures of him and Aniston cover the walls, as do photos of the dogs and of Aniston with friends like BFF Courteney Cox.
Tell Aniston that she should think about launching a home line—the house is notable for its gorgeous livability—and she responds, “I want to. How do I do it?” (Well, consider this piece a start.)
