If I'd only be allowed to have one ginger I'm jealous of, it'd have to be Lily Cole. Cole is essentially a fairy princess who somehow rocks the cover of Vogue despite seemingly jumping off the canvas of a pre-Raphaelite painting. (P.S. I don't know exactly what I mean by pre-Raphaelite. BUT I think you know what I mean -- Renaissance-esque).
With wavy red hair (much like mine!) and a tiny, elvish face with a pointed chin, Cole doesn't emanate the severity of other mainstream models. Instead, there's a certain vulnerability about her usually not seen in the fashion industry, which primarily seems to concentrate on having "edge".
Cole's also a year younger than me (born in 1988), and as I get older, I'm becoming more and more jealous of others successes. She was also voted fourth sexiest redhead of all time by the Daily Mirror after Prince Harry, Nicola Roberts and Florence Welch, who isn't even a real redhead.
She said modeling gave her confidence which she didn't have before, and that she never considered herself model material. Blah, blah, typical. (But really, an inspiration).
She also dated Enrique Ricardo Murciano from Without a Trace, further proving my Latino/redhead theory on the celebrity scale (Lucy & Ricky, anyone?)