He spent the evening promoting his latest movie offering, Our Kind Of Traitor, at the Mayfair hotel in London, alongside the beautiful Naomie Harris.
But Damian Lewis, 45, made sure he had time for his stunning wife, Helen McCrory, 47, and he whisked her off for a romantic meal at Kitty Fisher’s restaurant soon after.
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Helen McCrory
The daughter of a Scottish diplomat and a Welsh physiotherapist, McCrory, 47, went to Queenswood boarding school in Hertfordshire and the Drama Centre in London. She lives in north London with her husband, the actor Damian Lewis, and their children, Manon, 9, and Gulliver, 8.
I get up at about 6.30, then wake the kids and get breakfast ready either with the nanny or my other nanny — Damian. He’s just back from his other job, acting, and once we find a uniform that suits him, he’s going to adapt quite well.
I tend to put on whatever isn’t too crumpled on the floor, and like to pop a hat on because I do look like Janis Joplin left overnight in the tumble dryer. Breakfast is an apple and any yoghurt the kids have left in the bottom of the bowl. I’ve tried to be more organised; I’ve even gone through phases of setting the table the night before, like some strange B&B. But I’ll still have to run up and down the stairs shouting: “Have you got your tie? Have you cleaned your teeth? Oh well, eat a mint!”
Acting work is feast or famine, and right now Damian and I are both at home, which is lovely. We’ve just done our house up. Well, we’ve put in new plumbing and electrics before we burn the street down. We’ve been here for 10 years and there are still lightbulbs hanging from wires. But I’m so uninterested. I spent three weeks emailing paint and wallpaper samples to Damian on set and it left me brain-numb. I have patience in bounds when it comes to family and work, but care less about the house.
by Fehintola Betiku | March 14 , 2016 | Daily Mail
Respectively they have built outstanding careers in the entertainment industry.
But it seems like their conflicting busy schedules is starting to take a toll on their marriage.
by Staff | 2015 | Stylist UK
This queen would anoint Monday as “Make an Effort Day.” I’d like to get the week off to a great start. Everyone would have to dress up and have breakfast together in the royal parks, and all musicians would be ordered to form bands and orchestras. Dancing would be encouraged before, during and after breakfast.
My husband [actor Damian Lewis] would be my king but with restricted powers. Anything I overruled him on would have to be obeyed. It would be a reign of terror over him!
by Staff | Vogue | January 20, 2015
“Do you know, I think you might wear a suit better than any man I’ve ever met.” In the intimate and strangely forbidden confines of a lift at the National Theatre, Helen McCrory’s heavily made-up hazel eyes are drinking in her husband’s tall, tailored frame.
“Thank you,” he replies, faintly awkwardly, looking down at the same Tom Ford tuxedo he wore to accept the best actor Emmy award only last month. “Does this mean you want me to do all the washing-up for a week?”
A gypsy laugh bubbles up from deep inside McCrory’s tiny dancer’s body.
“No, my darling, of course not! Just the bedtime stories…”
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