Lili Reinhart doesn’t want a spectacle. When it comes time to suggest a place for us to meet for this very interview, she skips over all the obvious Hollywood hot spots—no-phones-allowed member’s clubs, trendy restaurants, hikes in the Hills—and instead, invites me to her house to paint. Which is how, on a sunny October afternoon, I end up in a quiet neighborhood a half-hour drive from the center of L.A., where Reinhart welcomes me with a warm hug and ushers me into her Spanish-influenced home. This despite the fact I’m 15 minutes too early (the perils of trying to accommodate for California traffic).
If at first the choice of location surprises me—celebrities often loathe giving writers a glimpse into their hallowed grounds—it quickly makes complete sense. Reinhart, 29, isn’t interested in playing the part of Capital-C celebrity. Being an actress is a part of who she is, not the entirety of her essence. “In another life, I'm the most domestic human being of all time,” Reinhart says, serving me water in a glass decorated with tiny rainbows. “I have, like, four kids, and I live on a farm, and I get to see my partner every day.”
