She lived a spectacular life. Born wild, free-spirited, and fiercely adventurous in 1947 in Northern England to loving parents, she grew up all over the world. She spent her childhood and teenage years in Pakistan and Nigeria, attended sixteen schools, rode horses, climbed mountains, and collected an eclectic menagerie of rescue pets.
Yes, she was a glowing, impossibly stylish, iconic model, but there was far too much nuance to her to ever describe her in singular terms. She was a loyal big sister to her sisters, a fabulous wife to her husband, and maintained the same best friends throughout her entire life. She was an athlete, a crew rowing champion, and climbed Kilimanjaro at seventy. She was a voracious lover of the arts who saw every movie alone in the theatre and devoured books endlessly. She was also a ferocious AIDS activist for her entire life.
But mostly, she was the embodiment of “mother.” Not just to her children, but to their friends, too.
She is survived by her sisters, Marie and Frances, her daughter Zara, her husband Richie, and her two stepchildren, Jaymie and Audra.
