I took this photo of Kiwi model Rachel Hunter – one of the sweetest, most humble people in New York – on Wednesday. She’s coming up on her 47th birthday in a few days, which is so hard to believe whenever you’re with her. Rachel could absolutely pass for a woman in her 30s – and that’s with a lifetime of sunning under the Antipodean soleil under her belt. As I recently discovered, our respective attitudes toward tanning are indistinguishable.
Rachel has something that not many people, let alone celebrities, have: humility. She genuinely cares about other people. It would never occur to Rachel that the world might revolve around her. I’m sure this enhances her beauty; one cannot help but be drawn to her, and feel more affectionate as you realize she truly means all the nice things she says. Her interest is genuine. Imagine that!
With her permission, I am sharing something my friend, the writer Haven Kimmel, shared about her experience in the presence of another humble soul: Gene Wilder. I thought of so many people when I read this, including Rachel Hunter.
[H]e was so sweet I spent the entire time I was talking to him with tears in my eyes. I thought I was going to burst into sobs, like a lunatic. He was otherworldly kind. His eyes were a very bright, pale blue, and he made intense eye contact with the person he was engaged with, ignoring everything and everyone else. There was something awfully innocent about him, saintly, maybe, as if he needed to be protected. He couldn’t be protected, alas, but he was lovely while he lasted.
Let’s be lovely while we last, shall we?