Hepburn’s granddaughter, Emma Ferrer, steps into the spotlight and opens up to BAZAAR. Plus, see her fashion shoot shot by Richard Avedon’s grandson, Michael Avedon, here.
The first images I have of her are, interestingly enough, when she was quite young,” Emma Ferrer says of her paternal grandmother, Audrey Hepburn. “I remember seeing a photo of her jumping on a trampoline—I believe this was before I understood that she was famous. But I remember thinking that she looked like a friend I wish I could have had.”
Of course, Audrey Hepburn—or simply Audrey, as she will forever be known—has always been a luminous presence: She was a brilliant actress, a timeless style icon, and a tireless crusader for the world’s underprivileged children as an International Goodwill Ambassador for UNICEF. She was also a devoted mother who put aside her career at its peak to raise her two sons, Sean Ferrer, whose father was Audrey’s first husband, the actor Mel Ferrer, and Luca Dotti, from her second marriage (to the Italian psychiatrist Andrea Dotti).
One thing that Audrey never had the chance to do, though, was enjoy the experience of being a grandmother. In late 1992, she fell ill during a UNICEF trip to Somalia and died a few months later, in January 1993, of a rare form of abdominal cancer.
Emma Kathleen Hepburn Ferrer, Audrey’s first grandchild, was born in Switzerland in May of the following year to Sean and his then wife, Leila. Now 20, Emma is the eldest of Sean’s three children and spent most of her adolescence in and around Florence, Italy, where Sean, who runs an agency that deals with intellectual property and is also a filmmaker and keeper of the Audrey flame, lives outside the city. (Luca, his wife, and their daughters occupy his mother’s former apartment in Rome.)
"Muse" is an overused word these days, but that’s exactly what Audrey was for the legendary photographer Richard Avedon. She was, in a word, his inspiration, and their interaction played out over a number of years in the 1950s in the pages of Harper’s Bazaar. Avedon photographed Audrey on the streets of Paris, in fashion stories, and several times as a cover subject for the magazine. Even though he worked with some of the biggest models of all time—Suzy Parker, Dorian Leigh, Carmen Dell’Orefice—he was completely enamored with Audrey as a subject, and she loved sitting for him. (FOR THE FULL INTERVIEW - CONTINUE READING AT HARPER’S BAZAAR)
"In the chill damp of the new year , unable to move, he dispatched Daubeney to attend Elizabeth’s memorial service at Westminster Abbey, and to make the customary offerings (…). For many, Henry seemed a name only, a cipher for the activities of his agents. Rarely visible, he seemed not to want to be seen. For people who caught a glimpse of him, hollow-cheeked, blue eyes burning fiercely, he seemed more dead than alive. Illness seemed to provoke even further his fierce obsession with control: in between fits of choking and arthritic pain, with his army of physicians on hand, he continued to pursue his subjects with an intensity even more savage than before, almost as if he was afraid that he might lose people’s loyalty. In the midst of all this, he tipped lavishly –as he had always done– small acts of service and kindness, such as the twenty shillings given to the sergeant-at-arms who brought a bottle of mead for his ravaged throat.”
— The Winter King - The Dawn of Tudor England, by Thomas Penn
Kira woke up confused. She couldn’t tell where she was due to the fact it was too dark to see anything, she tried to move but found what felt like chains on her wrists and ankles preventing her from doing more than squirming. There was also a cold metal collar on her neck so she couldn’t move her head much either. She tried to shout out hoping someone might hear her but found that she was tightly gagged.
Kira began struggling as best she could to get free, even though she figure it was pretty much impossible, as she could barely move, when the door opened.