Brad Pitt: 'I Don't Suck at Being a Dad'
The actor opens up about being a parent to his and wife Angelina Jolie's six children
He’s a box-office superstar. An A-list habitué. And, now, an Oscar-winning producer.
But of the many hats he wears, this role comes naturally and swiftly to Brad Pitt: fatherhood.
“I’ve discovered I don’t suck at being a dad,” he tells the magazine in its latest issue, out Oct. 28.
Of course, family was an intrinsic part of the Pitt-Jolie nuptials in France on Aug. 23, which saw the beaming bride, 39, wear a dress festooned with adorable artwork created by their children: Maddox, 13, Pax, 10, Zahara, 9, Shiloh, 8, and 6-year-old twins Vivienne and Knox. (All six also helped usher their mom down the aisle, and Pax even baked the cake!)
No doubt, family has also proved to be a safe haven for the multitasking star, away from the scrutiny of public life and the incessantly prying eyes of the paparazzi – something Pitt knows all too well.
“My soul was stolen by the camera so long ago, I don’t have to think about it anymore,” he tells Details of being the target of shutterbugs. “One definition of freedom is the ability to follow your bliss without being watched, recorded, scrutinized.”
One way he tries to chase that elusive freedom? Stealing away, solo, on his motorcycle.
“I try to carve out time for a solo ride in every country I travel to, from the Highlands of Scotland to the Atlas Mountains of Morocco to the belly of India,” says Pitt, whose new movie, the World War II-set Fury, opens Friday. “I haven’t even come close to fulfilling my list – yet. But, in the traffic of L.A. with a helmet on, I’m just another ass—- on the road.”
The outdoors also exert an irresistible pull on the actor, who grew up in the Ozarks – “something resembling Mark Twain country,” as he affectionately describes it.
“The woods, rivers, bluffs, lakes and caves have all left an indelible mark on me,” he muses. “And I’m quite reverential when it comes to a tree. On my forearm, I had tattooed 94.9m – the height of the largest sequoia.”
An indelible – and permanent – mark, indeed.