After shooting off my mouth about the beauties of Chucktown, I figured the least I could do would be to provide an example thereof. The name that immediately came to mind was Lauren Hutton, born in Charleston in 1943, though she grew up in Florida and graduated from Tulane.
Never married, Hutton is still considered a brand-name model in her seventies. I suggest it’s because she never addressed her alleged deficiencies, detailed in a Harper’s Bazaar profile when she was thirty:
Lauren is anything but a classical beauty. Her nose flies west, her mouth flies north, she can cross her left eye at will. She made herself beautiful by learning, watching, willing — not by surgically altering her defects.
And when she got to be my age, well, she looked like this:
That Letterman-ish tooth gap was something she was advised to conceal early in her career. After a few unlovely efforts, she decided the hell with it. Very wise, I think.