Helena Bonham Carter and Tim Burton’s house
The house used to be two separate dwellings. Now, one belongs to Tim and one to Helena.
Each has its own very distinct decor: hers is girly, vintage and chintzy, while his is a gothic melange of ‘skeletons and weird things’ and floor lights in neon shades. Each partner has their own television, their own Sky Plus and their own kitchen - although Tim’s is barely used.
At night they sleep in their respective dwellings. Not only is Tim an insomniac who likes to pace and watch TV, he says that she talks too much and that he needs some peace and quiet away from her. And anyway, counters Helena, he snores.
And yet there is the occasional blurring of boundaries since Helena has a craft room in Tim’s half of the house where she likes to print hearts onto fabric and stitch ribbons onto mob caps.
She has, as followers of her distinctly ‘shabby-chic’ style will testify, a weakness for fripperies such as broderie anglaise and bobbles.
The two studio houses are joined by a ground level communal room, which is essentially a very grand hallway. Recently, a third home was purchased in the street which is home to the nanny and the couple’s two children, Billy Ray, six, and Nell, two.
So how on earth does it work?
‘He always visits, which is really touching. He’s always coming over,’ says Helena of Tim, in a way that suggests she considers this a perfectly normal version of cohabitation.
It’s a rather rum state of affairs, but Helena enthuses: ‘It really is a great idea. You never have to compromise emotionally or feel invaded.’
It is only when you start to consider how very different they are that you begin to understand why the set-up works so well. After all, Tim - the creative genius behind macabre works such as Sweeney Todd and Sleepy Hollow - prefers to speak as little as possible, while Helena loves nothing more than to chatter away.
'He’s much shyer than me,’ she has said. 'I used to say that he was a home for abandoned sentences.’
There is a very good book reason for reblogging this.
Robert Parker and his wife Joan (may they rest in peace) lived on different floors of a Cambridge, MA Victorian. It worked for them too. Here is a link to the New York Times article that I missed somehow. It appeared after his death in 2010 and is very heart wrenching. Bob was such a big presence in the Boston book scene and Joan did work tirelessly for many charities. Sadly she passed away in 2013.
I loved Spenser but damn that Susan, she was too perfect!
Lorna
