Great Danes CLAIRE CALLS IT QUITS
‘You go through neuroses – I’m not enough, I’m too big, I’m too small ... The nice thing about being 40 is that you accept the fact of yourself’
It’s 12.10pm in New York City and Claire Danes is walking us through her morning. “I woke at 7am,” she says, sitting in the white-and-chrome kitchen of her West Village townhouse, not far from the SoHo apartment where she was born and raised, and eating her lunch – a green salad, straight from its blue plastic mixing bowl.
“I took the dog out, got our 18-month-old son Rowan up. Hugh [Dancy, the British actor and her husband of 10 years] got our son Cyrus, who’s seven, up and we all ate eggs,” she tells, looking every inch the West Village school mum, in a cashmere jumper and blue jeans.
“Then Hugh went to work on The Good Fight and Rowan and I walked Cyrus to school,” she continues. “I came back and baked bread – my dad has taught me a foolproof recipe – and then I went for my run and listened to podcasts: The [New York Times’] Daily, Fresh Air and Robert
