Lights, camera, action man
Camilla Long
Robert Redford’s house is a mossy, two-storey villa at the bottom of a suburban cul-de-sac in Vancouver. Outside, a battered black Volvo is parked at an angle. A giant white slug oozes its way
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Robert Redford’s house is a mossy, two-storey villa at the bottom of a suburban cul-de-sac in Vancouver. Outside, a battered black Volvo is parked at an angle. A giant white slug oozes its way across the footpath. “Rented,” explains Redford’s Canadian PA, Erin, as she opens the door. She leads me inside, where abstract paintings and cream sofas stretch before a fern-clogged panorama. In the kitchen, Redford’s wife, a crop-haired German artist named Sybille “Bylle” Szaggars, is making coffee. The house is spotless but odd, like a Bavarian motel.

They’re here for two months, explains Erin, while he directs his new movie.

“Oh, the Shia LaBeouf film,” I nod.

“The Robert Redford film,” says Erin.

There’s a djjjzzzz of a hairdryer upstairs. “He won’t be