Early Life
Wesley Wales Anderson was born on May 1, 1969 in Houston, Texas. His father, Melver Anderson, ran an advertising and public relations company, and his mother, Texas Anderson, was an archaeologist who later became a real estate agent. Anderson grew up with his two brothers, Eric and Mel, but their parents divorced when Anderson was eight. Anderson would later describe the divorce as "the most crucial event of my brothers' and my growing up." This situation gave him the premise for The Royal Tenenbaums's story. As a child, the young Anderson directed many Super 8 movies starring himself and his brothers.
He went to Westchester High School and St. John's School, a private school in Houston featured in Anderson's film Rushmore. After graduating from St. John's, Wes Anderson attended the University of Texas at Austin. There he met Owen Wilson, who became an essential writing partner and cast member in Anderson's filmography. Anderson and Wilson met during a playwriting class and became roommates. Then they worked on a script for a full-length movie called Bottle Rocket. Anderson earned his B.A. in philosophy in 1991 and released the short film version of Bottle Rocket in 1992.
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