The new Mr. Jennifer Aniston on his rides, his very famous girlfriend, and the life of his beard
Justin Theroux is either a cautionary tale or the luckiest man in the galaxy. In May, the writer behind Iron Man 2 traded in a discreet hipster existence (downtown fashion parties, appearances in David Lynch films) for the privilege—or liability—of dating Jennifer Aniston. But even before he was on the cover of US Weekly, he may have possessed some movie-star swagger. He drinks green tea and avoids sweets. He exercises his fame-given rights to wear a fedora and collect motorcycles—BMWs (for comfort) and Ducatis (for speed). He dashes around Europe on said bikes, because the roads are so great "it's like riding on carpet," Theroux says. "Asphalt carpet."
He gets away with saying things like this for one specific reason: He has a dork voice. It's true—Theroux's laugh is overeager, his enunciation is too precise, and he drops words like "funnily" and "oomph" and "beeswax figurines." When he talks about his personal soundtrack—"If I'm in scenic country, a little Nouvelle Vague on the iPod"—you have to forgive him, because he may as well be talking about poison dart frogs or laser tag.
A dork voice is especially charming for an individual who is devilishly handsome, in the sense that he looks like the Devil. The sinister vibe came in handy for his role as a cult leader in Wanderlust, for which he also grew a woolly beard. Reception of the beard was mixed, but Theroux grew fond of the insulation. "You establish all sorts of mannerisms with it. Like when you're bored, you can feather your mustache." And how did women respond to it? Women such as Aniston? "Certain chicks dig it; certain chicks don't."
A few days after our photo shoot, the beard is gone.