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Remembering Natasha Richardson
BettyConfidential’s Beauty and Style Editor shares a special memory
-Lois Joy Johnson
I met Natasha Richardson. I met her just last week. Here’s how it happened.
I was having my hair colored at Brad Johns’ salon at Elizabeth Arden. I was telling Brad that it was spring and I wanted to cut my hair a couple of inches. Suddenly, the woman next to me with a beautiful deep British accent said, “Oh, cut it. Cut it. You will look lovely.” I looked at her and thought she looked familiar. And I noticed that our hair was exactly the same color gold.
I said to Brad, “You are giving us the same color.” And he said, “No, I am not. I do everyone as an individual client.” But he was laughing. And we were laughing, too.
She then put her head back and I realized who it was. It was Natasha. But her hair was different than she usual wore it. It was chin-length and curly. Not the long mane I associated with her.
She was wearing jeans and Uggs. And, yes, she looked beautiful, but she was dressed so casually. And so unlike a movie star. She had no attitude. She looked like she was ready to go off on a holiday.
We both went to have our hair rinsed and blown out. When she came to say good-bye to Brad I thought she looked great. So modern and so young. I said to Brad, “Is she always like that?” And he said, “Yes, she is so down to earth. And nice and generous. And she is completely herself all the time.”
A couple of days later I called a friend who I knew had worked with Natasha several times to say I had met her and that she was as nice as she could be. My friend was very upset. She had already heard about Natasha’s accident. I was stunned. It didn’t seem possible that this vibrant, laughing woman with whom I had made girl talk was now fighting for her life.
I was even more horrified when I learned of her death. My friend who knew her well is totally devastated. I am sure Brad is very upset too. I am sure everybody who knew her loved her. And I keep thinking of us laughing together and how my day was brightened by her. And how terribly sad it must be for those who had the chance to know her better and for those who loved her.