Dear Anne,

It’s been 24 years since we first met. You’ve carried us into worlds where transformation and devotion take center stage. Our memories of you go far beyond a princess, a fashion intern, or a femme fatale steeped in mischief. We’ve cried through your songs and fallen for every romance, wishing we could be that companion destined for a happy ending.

The worlds you transport us to—with such dedication and grace—never cease to amaze us. We imagine your white silhouette reflected in mirrors, moving with the cadence and harmony of a queen, levitating softly through emotional transitions, as if the air itself were holding you up. And even in comedic roles or intricate dramas, we can always count on your commanding walk—one that turns every head in the room.

You’ve never been a supporting character. You live on the first pages of moodboards and vision boards all over the world. We can’t wait to see where you’ll take us next. From The Odyssey to the musical landscapes of Mother Mary, we’re counting the seconds until your next metamorphosis.

Keep portraying yourself, wearing the boldest designers—your timeless face and classic poise only elevate them further, cementing you as one of the most distinctive and enigmatic artistic figures of our time. Keep living, because you have the rare gift of elevating our realities, creating a lasting reflection of what society embodies in each of its eras.

If the devil wears Prada, you’ve worn time itself—stories that can’t be labeled, that reveal the extraordinary and the ordinary in their truest form.

Happy birthday, Anne Hathaway.

With love,

The Walk