Vanessa Kirby

Her mom used to run the show over at Country Living magazine—yeah, that glossy one with all the cozy farmhouse kitchens and pumpkin decor. So, you can kinda imagine the childhood: stacks of magazines everywhere, probably more mason jars than anyone needs, and a front-row seat to all things rustic chic. Not your average upbringing, right? Growing up with someone who edits for a living, you pick up weird stuff—like, does anyone else argue about font choices at breakfast? Doubt it. There’s a good chance her mom’s knack for spotting the perfect throw pillow or writing a killer headline rubbed off. That whole editor vibe? It’s less red pen, more “let’s make this gorgeous”—and a little bit judgy about clutter. Anyway, you gotta respect a mom who knows her way around both a hay bale and a deadline.

referencennFunny thing, I’ve never thought of myself as an action star. Seriously, I grew up buried in Shakespeare, not car chases and explosions. London theater kid, through and through. But, you know, acting’s all about trying new things, right? You want to see how far you can push yourself, what weird corners you can find in a character—even if it means suddenly learning how to throw a punch on camera without looking like a total idiot. It’s kind of wild to go from monologues on a dusty old stage to dodging bullets and wisecracking with Dwayne Johnson. Sometimes I just laughed at how surreal it all felt. Still, every new experience just adds another layer, makes you a little braver. Who knew I’d end up racing cars and fighting off bad guys? Not me, that’s for sure. But honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.