Zoe McConnell for Variety Suki Waterhouse is feeling nostalgic. On a gloomy spring afternoon, the 34-year-old meets me at a cozy Notting Hill pub across the street from the flat where she lived for most of her 20s. Her manager booked a table under a pseudonym, but at 2:30 p.m., the establishment is empty except for a few old men nursing Guinnesses. “That was completely unnecessary,” Waterhouse says as she greets me, looking effortless yet elevated in a Vivienne Westwood duster jacket. “But maybe it gave me an air of mystery.”
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