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.
My Husband Started Coming Home Smelling like Homemade Pastries – So I Asked My Mom to Follow Him
My husband hates sweets, yet he started coming home smelling like he’d been rolling in cookie dough and pastries. With late nights and flour-covered shirts fueling my suspicions, I braced myself for the worst — only to uncover a truth that brought me to tears.
You ever get a hunch about something, one of those gut feelings that just won’t leave you alone? That’s exactly what happened to me recently, and it set off a chain of events I never saw coming. I’m Kate, 28, and I’ve been married to Luke for almost five years. We’ve had our share of ups and downs, but overall, we’ve been happy. Or at least, I thought we were.
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It all started when I noticed something strange. Luke would come home from work smelling like pastries. Not the kind you get from a coffee shop, but the warm, buttery kind that wafts through a kitchen after something’s been baked fresh. It wasn’t every night, but it was often enough that I couldn’t ignore it.
And the weird part? Luke’s never been into sweets. He’s all about staying fit and avoiding carbs. So, of course, my mind went straight to the worst-case scenario: what if some other woman baked him pies? What if he had an affair?
One evening, as Luke hung up his jacket, I caught that familiar scent again. My heart clenched.
A person holding a jacket on a hanger | Source: Pexels
“Did someone bring donuts to the office?” I asked casually.
“Donuts? No way! I hate donuts!” he said with a shrug, avoiding eye contact.
I watched him walk away, fighting back tears. “You’ve been working late a lot,” I called after him, hating how small my voice sounded. “And you’re just ignoring me these days.”
He paused but didn’t turn around. “Nothing like that, honey. I’m just busy with projects, that’s all.”
A nervous man | Source: Midjourney
“Luke,” I whispered to myself one night, sitting alone in our dim kitchen. “What aren’t you telling me the truth? What are you hiding from me?”
I couldn’t help the suspicions brewing in my mind, and my imagination ran wild. I remembered those romantic comedy scenes where couples baked together, tossing flour at each other, laughing and kissing, and ending up covered in dough and sugar.
One evening, I noticed flour dust on his cuff. Another time, there was a faint chocolate smudge on his collar. He’d brush it off as nothing, but my mind was racing.
A shirt with chocolate stain | Source: Midjourney
Is that what was happening? Was some woman baking for him — or worse, WITH HIM? The thought gnawed at me, but I kept it to myself.
Still, the signs were piling up. He came home later than usual, and his vague explanations only added to my paranoia.
I couldn’t follow him myself because of tight work schedule, so I called the one person I knew would be up for the job: my mom, Linda.
A suspicious woman | Source: Midjourney
My mom is the queen of sleuthing. Growing up, she could sniff out a lie before you even thought of telling it. And she’s the kind of mom who’d follow me to the ends of the earth if she thought I needed her. When I explained what was going on, she didn’t hesitate.
“You want me to follow him?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting up.
I collapsed into her arms, finally letting out the sobs I’d been holding back for weeks. “I’m scared, Mom. Something’s wrong, I can feel it.”
She held me tight, stroking my hair like she did when I was little. “Oh, sweetheart. Marriage isn’t always easy, is it?”
A senior woman with a serious look etched on her face | Source: Midjourney
“What if —” I choked out, “what if he doesn’t love me anymore?”
“Listen to me,” Mom said firmly, pulling back to look me in the eyes. “That man adores you. I’ve seen it since the day he first walked into our house. But if something’s wrong, we’ll figure it out together.”
“Yes,” I said, biting my lip. “I just… I need to know what’s going on, Mom.”
“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll figure it out. No man is going to pull one over on my daughter.”
The plan was simple. Mom would follow Luke discreetly for a few days after work to figure out where he was going.
A woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
For the next few days, Mom tailed Luke after work, keeping me updated. Each night, I’d pace our bedroom, jumping every time my phone buzzed.
“Still at the building on Fifth Street,” she’d text. “Lights on inside.”
A few days later, she came home in the evening, and her eyes were red, like she had been crying.
“Mom, what is it?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Is he cheating?”
She looked at me and said, “Honey, you’d better sit down, because the truth is not what you thought. It’s going to shock you.”
“What do you mean?”
A senior woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
Her grip tightened. “Remember when you were little, and you used to think monsters lived under your bed?”
I frowned, confused. “Yes?”
“And remember how relieved you were when we turned on the lights and found nothing but your old stuffed animals?”
“Mom, please,” I begged. “Just tell me.”
She took a deep breath before continuing. “This is something similar. I found out through one of Luke’s friends at the baking class. He’s been taking baking lessons. Every week.”
“BAKING CLASSES?” I repeated, blinking in disbelief. “LUKE? Why?”
Cropped shot of a man baking a cake | Source: Pexels
Mom’s voice softened. “It’s about his grandmother.”
I knew Luke had been close to his grandmother, who passed away last year. She’d been the heart of his family, but he rarely talked about her.
“It seems that before she died,” Mom explained, “she made him promise three things.”
I leaned forward, desperate for answers. “What promises?”
Mom smiled gently. “First, she asked him to carry on their family tradition of baking something every Sunday as a gesture of love. Her husband had done it for her their entire marriage, and she wanted Luke to do the same for you.”
A man decorating a cake | Source: Pexels
“Oh God,” I whispered, memories flooding back. “The way he looked at her funeral, when they brought out her recipe box…”
“Second,” Mom continued, “she asked him to create a family tree for your children, so they’d always know where they came from. She didn’t want her legacy to be forgotten.”
I nodded, my throat tight.
“And third, she asked him to collect family photos every year and add funny captions to them. She believed laughter was the glue that held families together.”
A photo album | Source: Unsplash
“He’s been working on an album,” I whispered, remembering the recent times I’d caught him quickly hiding something in his desk drawer. “I thought… I thought they were love letters to someone else until seeing those pictures.”
By the time Mom finished, tears prickled my eyes. While I’d been imagining the worst, Luke had been honoring his grandmother’s wishes in the most thoughtful way possible.
“Kate,” Mom said, her voice breaking, “he wasn’t hiding something bad. He was trying to surprise you with something beautiful.”
The truth stung, and I was ashamed of myself for jumping to conclusions.
An anxious woman | Source: Midjourney
When Luke came home that evening, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Luke, we need to talk.”
He froze, his face paling. “What’s wrong?”
“I know about the baking classes,” I said, tears welling up.
His eyes widened. “You… you do? How?”
“I asked my mom to follow you,” I confessed, barely able to meet his gaze.
“You did what?”
A shocked man | Source: Midjourney
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my hands shaking. “I didn’t know what else to do. You were so distant, and I thought… I thought you were cheating on me.”
“Kate, no,” he said, rushing to my side. “God, no. I’d never do that to you.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, tears spilling down my cheeks.
He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t want you to feel like I was doing it because I had to. I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted to show you how much I love you.”
“But the secrecy,” I sobbed. “Do you know how many nights I lay awake, wondering if you were falling out of love with me?”
A teary-eyed woman | Source: Midjourney
Luke pulled me close, his tears falling into my hair. “Kate, my love for you grows stronger every day. Just like Gran’s recipes – they get better with time and patience.”
I stared at him, overwhelmed by guilt and love all at once. “Luke, you idiot,” I said, laughing through my tears. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been imagining?”
“I can guess,” he said sheepishly. Then, more seriously, “I’m so sorry I worried you. I just wanted to make her proud. To be the kind of husband she always knew I could be.”
“Show me,” I whispered. “Show me everything you’ve been working on.”
An emotional man smiling | Source: Midjourney
Luke led me to his study, where he pulled out a worn leather album. Inside were photographs — dozens of them — each with handwritten captions that made me laugh through my tears. And beside it, a carefully drawn family tree, with space left for our future children.
“There’s one more thing,” he said softly, reaching into his bag. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper covered in flour stains and pencil marks. “Her apple pie recipe. I’ve been trying to get it right for weeks.”
A week later, Luke finally unveiled his first creation: a slightly lopsided apple pie.
“It’s a little burnt,” he admitted, setting it on the table.
“It’s perfect,” I said, cutting us each a slice.
An apple pie on the table | Source: Midjourney
The moment I tasted it, memories of our wedding day came flooding back – the way his grandmother had hugged me and whispered, “Take care of my boy.” I thought of her now, watching over us, smiling at her grandson’s determination to keep her memory alive.
“Luke,” I said, reaching for his hand. “Your grandmother would be so proud of you.”
His eyes glistened. “Really?”
“Yes. And I’m proud of you too.”
As we sat together, laughing and eating pie, I realized how lucky I was. Luke wasn’t just my husband — he was my partner, my best friend, and the man who’d do anything to make me happy.
A man seated at a dining table and smiling | Source: Midjourney
In the end, I learned a very important lesson: love isn’t about grand gestures. It’s about the little things — the smell of fresh pastries, the crinkle of old family photos, and the traditions that remind us what really matters.
That night, as we lay in bed, I whispered, “Promise me something…”
“Anything,” Luke murmured.
“Next time you want to surprise me, maybe just tell me you’re planning a surprise? The mystery was killing me.”
A delighted woman smiling | Source: Midjourney
He laughed, pulling me closer. “Deal. But only if you promise to be my taste-tester for all my future baking attempts.”
“Even the burnt ones?”
“Especially the burnt ones.”
And as we drifted off to sleep, I could almost smell the sweet aroma of his grandmother’s kitchen, watching over us, blessing our love with the warmth of freshly baked memories.
A classic kitchen | Source: Unsplash
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