Brad Pitt On Dogs & Drinking Again

The dogs are trying to escape, shoving their noses through his knees and climbing all over each other attempting to paw their way out the glass door. He’s got it open just a few inches and is trying to calm them. The whole entryway is solid glass, a tall plate-glass door flanked by tall plate-glass windows, or walls, so the whole scene is visible: him gently motioning for the dogs to sit, his mouth moving as he shushes them, them scampering around at his feet. Then he hollers across the driveway through the crack in the door: “You’ll get mildly molested for a couple of minutes, then they’ll leave you alone.” https://www.esquire.com/entertainment/movies/a73336135/brad-pitt-interview-2026/ Two men in casual attire, one holding a red ball, standing indoors with a clock on the wall in the background. CHANTAL ANDERSON EntertainmentMovies Follow Movies My Feed A Monday with Brad Pitt The 62-year-old has lived a singular life. He resides in the top 1 percent of the top 1 percent of all movie stars, not only today but ever, as measured by any metric you like, including intrigue. What does he have to say about all of it? By Ryan D'Agostino, Photographs by Chantal Anderson, and Styling by George CortinaPublished: Aug 10, 2026 Save Article Share ArticleOpen share options bookmarks 6 The dogs are trying to escape, shoving their noses through his knees and climbing all over each other attempting to paw their way out the glass door. He’s got it open just a few inches and is trying to calm them. The whole entryway is solid glass, a tall plate-glass door flanked by tall plate-glass windows, or walls, so the whole scene is visible: him gently motioning for the dogs to sit, his mouth moving as he shushes them, them scampering around at his feet. Then he hollers across the driveway through the crack in the door: “You’ll get mildly molested for a couple of minutes, then they’ll leave you alone.” Advertisement - Continue Reading Below He’s wearing a T-shirt the color of egg yolk over a bright-white T-shirt, gold parachute pants that shimmer, and white sneakers. It’s somehow pretty much the coolest outfit ever. In the foyer, the two doodles, Sundae (“as in hot fudge”) and Vandy (“came with the name”), do as he said they would, their nails tapping the tile floor as they dance around sniffing and panting. They’re well-behaved, and he is attentive, holding their collars to chill them out. When the dogs are satisfied, or no longer interested, that’s when he holds out his hand and says, by way of introduction, “Hey! Brad.” As he says this, he cocks his head back just a click, and his famous golden hair sways, and he smiles his smile, the one that makes you wonder what he’s discovered about the world that you haven’t.