Suki Waterhouse is feeling nostalgic. On a gloomy spring afternoon, the 34-year-old meets me at a cozy Notting Hill pub across the street from the flat where she lived for most of her 20s. Her manager booked a table under a pseudonym, but at 2:30 p.m., the establishment is empty except for a few old men nursing Guinnesses. “That was completely unnecessary,” Waterhouse says as she greets me, looking effortless yet elevated in a Vivienne Westwood duster jacket. “But maybe it gave me an air of mystery.”
Waterhouse is the opposite of aloof. She beat me to the pub, and by the time I arrived, was already ordering a Coke and a basket of fries to share, which we take to a tucked-away corner. There’s a straw wrapper on the table, but she brushes it off, unbothered, and curls up in an armchair like a cat.
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She’s had quite the week already, starting with the Met Gala, where she turned heads in a plunging pink Michael Kors gown inspired by Greek statues carved out of rose marble. It’s fitting that Waterhouse would be dressed like a goddess; up close, her skin looks airbrushed, save for a few freckles on her nose, and her honey-blonde hair — cut into a shag that countless women, myself included, have shown their hairdressers as inspiration — is impossibly shiny. “I haven’t had that many big nights — maybe two — since I’ve had my daughter,” she says. Waterhouse shares a 2-year-old with her partner, actor Robert Pattinson, who she met at a star-studded L.A. game night in 2018. “And, yeah, we stayed out till 7 a.m.”
