O casal favorito dos fãs Ashton Kutcher e Mila Kunis construiu sua casa com tema de celeiro do zero. Aqui está uma olhada em sua residência em Los Angeles, que lembra um antigo celeiro onde eles criam alegremente seus dois filhos.
O casal de Hollywood Ashton Kutcher e sua esposa Mila Kunis certamente sabem como fazer uma casa de fazenda parecer grandiosa. O casal pode ser dono do maior e mais deslumbrante celeiro da história de Hollywood.
O casal, que se casou em 2015, supostamente trabalhou por cinco anos para montar sua casa em Los Angeles, construída no topo de uma propriedade de seis acres. Com a ajuda do arquiteto Howard Backen e da designer de interiores Vicky Charles, o casal construiu sua casa do zero. Aqui está uma olhada na magnífica propriedade da dupla poderosa.
Desde que se mudaram para sua casa estilo celeiro, o casal de primeira linha compartilhou muitos detalhes interessantes sobre o prédio. Kunis revelou uma vez que ela e o marido queriam uma casa, não uma propriedade.
Falando sobre o que ela e Kutcher imaginaram antes de montar o prédio, ela disse :
“Queríamos que a casa parecesse um celeiro antigo, algo que estava aqui há décadas, que foi então convertido em uma casa. Mas também precisava parecer moderno e relevante.”
Antes do projeto de Los Angeles começar, Kunis e seu marido astro de cinema tinham painéis individuais no Pinterest para ajudar a marcar o que eles queriam ver em sua casa. No final, seus gostos acabaram sendo quase os mesmos.
Eles contrataram o arquiteto Backen para construir sua casa de fazenda perfeita depois de descobrir que ele havia projetado a maioria das casas que eles marcaram. Enquanto isso, as estrelas da lista A são gratas por seus interesses compartilhados, como Kunis uma vez apontou :
“Construir uma casa do zero não é pouca coisa. Isso ou nos faria ou nos destruiria.”
No entanto, Kunis e o ator de “No Strings Attached” não construíram uma casa apenas para satisfazer seu interesse. Eles queriam fazer algo adequado para seus filhos.
Kunis estava grávida do primeiro filho do casal quando a construção começou e, apesar dos detalhes luxuosos, a casa foi projetada para ser totalmente familiar.
Para Kunis e Kutcher, sua casa era um lugar de tranquilidade. Kutcher falou sobre o edifício de Los Angeles e expressou : “Se o mundo ao seu redor não estiver em ordem, é difícil colocar seu cérebro em ordem. Quando estamos em nossa casa, o mundo simplesmente faz sentido.”
Construir uma casa tão amigável e acolhedora quanto sua casa estilo celeiro em Los Angeles era essencial para o casal.
A estrutura ostenta mesas impecavelmente feitas sob medida e assentos luxuosos e superconfortáveis. O designer de interiores, Charles of Charles & Co., também criou uma imagem de casa impressionante.
Charles acrescentou que também há elementos de sua antiga residência na arquitetura refinada da nova casa. Falando sobre a casa durante uma entrevista virtual no “Live With Kelly and Ryan”, Kunis falou sobre seu antigo lustre pendurado no centro da sala onde ela estava sentada no clipe do YouTube.
Mila Kunis é vista dentro de sua casa estilo celeiro, que ela divide com Ashton Kutcher, em um vídeo datado de 30 de abril de 2021 | Fonte: youtube.com/LiveKellyandMark
Mila Kunis disse que não gostava do lustre em sua antiga casa, mas ela e Ashton Kutcher tornaram a obra de arte menos desagradável ao projetar sua nova casa em torno dele.
Embora o casal tenha compartilhado um pouco de sua casa, eles são muito reservados sobre sua vida familiar e nunca postam fotos de seus dois filhos online.
No entanto, eles frequentemente levam sua filha, Wyatt Isabelle, e seu filho, Dimitri Portwood , para eventos públicos. Ambos os pais adoram mimar seus filhos e discutir as alegrias da paternidade em suas entrevistas.
Ao comparecer à estreia de seu filme da Netflix, “Your Place or Mine”, Kutcher disse que seus filhos são sua maior prioridade. “Para mim, o papel número 1 que desempenharei é ser pai. É o papel mais importante da minha vida”, ele admitiu uma vez .
O ator de “Ted” revelou que aceitou de bom grado uma redução no salário para realocar a produção para mais perto de sua casa e família.
Mila Kunis e Ashton Kutcher com seus filhos em 17 de julho de 2017, em Budapeste | Fonte: Getty Images
Seja servindo como líder do grupo de escoteiros de seu filho ou contribuindo para inspirar as crianças com suas metas de condicionamento físico, o ator reconhece o impacto que suas decisões e as de Kunis têm no futuro deles.
Ashton Kutcher e Mila Kunis em Los Angeles em 29 de janeiro de 2019. | Fonte: Getty Images
Além disso, ele expressou: “Não tenho arrogância sobre a noção de que tenho qualquer controle sobre o que eles escolhem fazer. Só espero poder torná-los realmente bons tomadores de decisão.”
Ashton Kutcher em 5 de setembro de 2018, em São Francisco, Califórnia. | Fonte: Getty Images
Kunis e Kutcher se envolvem em discussões significativas com seus filhos sobre sua herança. Em uma entrevista em março de 2022, a atriz de “Friends with Benefits” mencionou o que ela e Kutcher transmitiram aos filhos:
“Parecia que da noite para o dia nós dois nos voltamos para nossos filhos e pensamos: ‘Você é meio ucraniano, meio americano’. Isso virou uma coisa instantaneamente, e eles disseram: ‘É, entendi, mãe’.”
Mila Kunis e Ashton Kutcher em 4 de maio de 2020 | Fonte: Getty Images
Ela disse : “Mas, no fim das contas, é incrivelmente importante saber de onde você veio. É lindo, é incrível ter múltiplas culturas. É uma coisa linda de se ter por aí. Não deveríamos ser todos iguais. Não deveríamos pensar todos iguais. Essa não é a importância da comunidade e do crescimento.”
Kutcher conheceu a mulher que mais tarde se tornaria sua esposa e mãe de seus dois filhos no set de “That 70s Show”, que foi ao ar de 1998 a 2006. O casal estrelou como os amantes na tela Jackie e Michael.
Mila Kunis e Ashton Kutcher em 25 de abril de 2014, em Indio, Califórnia. | Fonte: Getty Images
Enquanto interpretavam Jackie e Michael, os dois se beijaram , e Kutcher revelou mais tarde em uma entrevista que foi a primeira vez que Kunis beijou um homem. Quando Kutcher deixou o show, ele continuou em contato com Kunis, que admitiu ter uma queda pelo ator durante uma entrevista em 2001.
Falando sobre o relacionamento dela e do ator em 2016, a atriz disse que eles se procuravam constantemente, mas era só isso.
Ashton Kutcher e Mila Kunis em 15 de abril de 2023, em Los Angeles, Califórnia | Fonte: Getty Images
De fato, Kunis e Kutcher são pais dedicados, donos de uma linda casa, que deram ao público uma visão de sua vida cotidiana.
At 58, I rediscovered love, but his ex-wife was determined to destroy our joy
At 58, I thought love had passed me by until I met Oliver. Just as our happiness began to bloom, his ex-wife stormed back into his life, determined to tear us apart. What followed was a battle for peace and the strength to overcome the shadows of the past. Could love conquer all?
“Another quiet morning,” I whispered to myself, gazing out the window at the ocean. The waves rolled in gently, and the breeze carried that familiar, salty scent.
It had been years since my divorce, and I had gotten used to the solitude.
“I don’t need anyone,” I would often remind myself, my fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard.
My novels had taken off once I fully committed to writing. The quiet house, with only the sound of seagulls and the ocean, gave me the peace I thought I needed.
But every so often, I’d find myself staring out at the horizon, thinking.
Is this really enough?
It wasn’t until Oliver showed up that I realized the answer might be no.
One morning, as I sipped my coffee on the porch, I noticed him for the first time. A tall, charming man, maybe a few years younger than me, strolling along the beach with his golden retriever. I watched as they passed by my house.
“Morning,” he called out, tipping his head with a friendly smile.
“Good morning,” I replied, feeling a little shy.
Each day after that, I found myself looking out for him. I would watch as he walked along the beach, sometimes playing with his dog, sometimes just staring out at the sea. And each time, my heart would skip a beat.
“Why am I so nervous?” I muttered to myself, shaking my head. “It’s just a neighbor. Calm down.”
But I couldn’t. And my feelings grew stronger every time I saw him. Still, I hesitated.
Can I really open up to someone again?
One afternoon, while I was trimming my roses, I heard a rustling sound and a loud thud behind me.
Startled, I turned to see a golden blur darting into my garden.
“Charlie! Get back here!” I heard Oliver call, and seconds later, he appeared, breathless and apologetic.
“I’m so sorry! He just got away from me.”
I laughed, bending down to pet the dog.
“It’s alright, really. He’s cute.”
“He’s a handful, but I wouldn’t trade him for anything.”
“Do you… enjoy reading?” I asked, my voice tentative, hoping to keep the conversation alive.
Oliver chuckled. “I’m a writer. It kind of comes with the territory.”
“Really?” My eyes lit up. “I’m a novelist too.”
We talked about our favorite books, about writing, and soon enough, the conversation flowed easily.
“You know,” I said, taking a deep breath, “I don’t usually do this, but… would you like to have dinner sometime?”
Oliver raised an eyebrow, surprised but pleased.
“I’d love to.”
Just like that, the plan was set.
The next evening was perfect. We laughed and shared stories. Maybe this is what I’ve been missing all along. But just as I started to relax, a woman appeared at our table. Her eyes were hard, and she looked straight at Oliver.
“We need to talk. Now,” she demanded, completely ignoring me.
“Excuse me, we’re in the middle of…” I started.
“Not now,” she snapped, her eyes never even glancing in my direction. It was as if I didn’t exist.
I felt my face flush, my words stuck in my throat. Oliver looked flustered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“I’m sorry, Haley,” he muttered, standing up awkwardly. “I have to go.”
I watched, speechless, as he followed her out, leaving me sitting there, feeling invisible. The chatter of the restaurant buzzed around me, but I was numb, frozen in place.
The empty chair across from me seemed like a reflection of how abandoned I felt.
Two days had passed since that awkward dinner, and Oliver still hadn’t called. The silence weighed on me more than I wanted to admit. I felt hurt, confused, and, honestly, a little humiliated.
My mind kept replaying the scene, the way he left without a proper explanation, the way that woman had dismissed me as if I didn’t matter.
I sat at my desk, trying to focus on my writing, but it was no use. My thoughts kept drifting back to that night.
Had I made a mistake inviting him? Was he just playing with me? Who was that woman? And why did he leave with her without even a real explanation?
I was about to give up and close my laptop when I heard a knock at the door. My heart raced as I stood up, part of me hoping, and part of me dreading what might come next.
When I opened the door, Oliver was standing on my doorstep with flowers in his hand.
I stared at him, unsure of what to say.
“I’m sorry, Haley,” he began.
“That woman from the other night—she’s my ex-wife, Rebecca. She shows up like that sometimes, trying to stir things up and ruin my relationships. I didn’t want to make a scene in front of you, so I had to leave with her.”
I tried to mask my emotions. “Why didn’t you tell me that then?”
“I panicked. I should have explained. I’m sorry.”
He paused, offering the flowers.
“I want to make it up to you. I have a literary event coming up. Will you come? It’ll be quieter, and maybe we can spend some time together.”
I hesitated a bit but then nodded.I had dressed carefully, hoping for a peaceful evening, a chance to talk to Oliver without interruptions. Maybe, tonight will be different.
Oliver greeted me with a warm smile. “I’m glad you came.”
I smiled back, trying to push aside the unease I still felt.
The evening started well. Oliver’s presentation was engaging. For a while, I forgot about everything that had happened.
But just as I began to feel at ease, the mood in the room shifted.
I saw the same woman from that night at the restaurant. Rebecca. She strode in with a determined look on her face, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on Oliver. My stomach dropped.
Without hesitation, she marched over to where Oliver and I stood, her voice sharp and loud enough to silence the conversations around us.
“You really thought you could just move on, didn’t you, Oliver?” she spat, glaring at him.
The room grew quiet, and all eyes were on us.
“Rebecca, this isn’t the time or place.”
Oliver took a step toward her, trying to calm her down, but it only made things worse.
“Time or place? How dare you?” she snapped, her voice rising. “You’re a liar and a cheat! You think you can just forget about everything we had? You think you can walk away from me?”
People began to whisper, their curiosity piqued by the unfolding drama.
Rebecca’s eyes turned to me then.
“And you,” she said, her voice dripping with venom, “you’re just another one of his mistakes.”
Before I could even respond, she grabbed a glass of wine from a nearby table and threw it in my face. The cold liquid soaked my hair and dress.
Gasps filled the room. For a second, I just stood there, too humiliated to move. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and all I wanted to do was disappear.
Security rushed in and quickly escorted Rebecca out, but the damage was already done.
I felt small and exposed. The warmth I had felt earlier was gone, replaced by a crushing sense of shame. I wiped my face and looked at Oliver, who stood there, silent and torn.
“What is going on, Oliver? Why is she doing this? And what aren’t you telling me?”
Oliver sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“I… I haven’t told you everything,” he admitted, his eyes full of regret.
“Rebecca and I have been separated for a while, but during that time, I had an affair. It was a mistake, and I’ve regretted it ever since. Then Rebecca came back into my life and took control. She managed everything. My finances. My schedule. She used my guilt to keep me trapped.”
I felt a heavy weight settle over me and realized how deep that mess went.
“I’ve been trying to leave her for good, but she refuses to let go,” he continued. “I didn’t want to drag you into all of this.”
“I don’t think I can do this, Oliver,” I whispered. “I’m not ready for this kind of drama in my life.”
Without waiting for his response, I turned and walked out, the cool evening air hitting my face as I stepped outside.Several days had passed since the disastrous evening at the literary event, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Oliver. Despite everything that had happened, I missed him.
I tried to push the feelings away, to convince myself that walking out had been the right choice, but the ache of missing him wouldn’t fade.
One afternoon, as I sat by the window, a flicker of movement caught my eye. It was at Oliver’s house. I watched as Rebecca hurried back and forth, swiftly loading boxes into a car.
Is he moving out? Why is she here?
I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I had to tell him that he needed to be stronger, to stand up for himself, and to stop letting people like Rebecca control his life.
Summoning my courage, I stepped outside and made my way toward his house.
But as I approached, something felt different. Oliver’s car pulled up, and when he stepped out, there was a calm, resolute look on his face—one I hadn’t seen before. I hesitated, keeping my distance, watching as he walked straight to Rebecca.
“It’s over, Rebecca,” I heard him say. “Take the money, take the house—whatever you want. But you will not interfere in my life anymore.”
Rebecca froze, staring at him in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am,” he said, his voice unwavering. “If you don’t respect that, I’ll file a restraining order. This ends today.”
I stood there, shocked. That was a side of Oliver I had never seen.
At that moment, I knew. He had finally taken control of his life, and that was exactly what I needed to see.
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