Margot Robbie knows how to disappear. Not in the Hollywood-gone-to-ground kind of way—no rehab, no reinvention—but in that quiet, deliberate style of someone who’s got nothing left to prove. She slips away from the red carpets and premieres, lands barefoot on an Australian beach, and the cameras still find her. Of course they do.
This weekend, Robbie was spotted in Queensland, waist-deep in the Pacific with a friend, wearing a slate-gray bikini and a gold necklace that read, simply, “mama.” No press tour, no statement. Just saltwater, sunlight, and the kind of postpartum composure that makes the whole concept of “bouncing back” look irrelevant.
Beside her was husband Tom Ackerley, film producer and long-time partner, lounging in blue swim trunks like he’d finally taken a breath after nine months of silent planning and overnight bottle shifts. At one point, he reached out to touch her as they rested on beach chairs—unrehearsed, unposed. The kind of contact that doesn’t need to prove anything to anyone.
Later, they walked the shoreline with their newborn. No fanfare, no entourage. Just a couple doing what couples do when they finally step out after the long stretch of becoming parents.
Robbie and Ackerley met back in 2013, a quiet pairing born behind the scenes on a film set. They married in 2016 and have mostly stayed away from the glare since—her, an A-list anomaly who doesn’t live like one, him, content to build behind the camera. When news of her pregnancy broke in July 2024, it was because someone noticed a bump on a yacht in Italy. Then came Wimbledon, and then another glimpse in Palmarola with Gigi Hadid and Bradley Cooper, all summer ease and sun-glazed skin.
But for the most part, they kept it close. Robbie, even while pregnant, managed to thread the needle between being seen and being consumed. A single red carpet appearance in Los Angeles for Ackerley’s film My Old Ass—then silence.
She gave birth in October, reportedly ahead of schedule. No announcement, no magazine spread, just a quiet leak and a short quote from a family source: everyone’s doing well, and the relatives are en route.
Now, six months later, she’s back on the beach. Not making a point—just living one. No filters. No slogans. Just the unshakeable sense that some people move through the world with their own weather system.
Whatever plans Hollywood has for her next, she’ll let it wait. For now, she’s in Queensland, barefoot and unbothered, somewhere between the tide and the next chapter.
Last modified: April 22, 2025
