At the end of August 2009, when I was bunking with Liz Derringer for the summer, working on her memoir, we attended some school charity event in the Hamptons that was chalk full of starfuckers, from Alec Baldwin to a couple "Real Housewives of New York," infamous publicist Lizzie Grubman, musician Rufus Wainwright, tennis pro Andre Agassi—and Christie Brinkley.
The latter, who celebrated her 57th birthday Wednesday, utterly defied her age, seemingly without benefit of stretching her face behind her ears. She looked wholly organic, beautiful, with a warm smile and a sweet, welcoming personality—which no doubt is how she has maintained her youth. I was 10 inches from the lady; Joan Rivers she is not.
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