Richard Gere was present at the Cannes Film Festival alongside his wife Alejandra Silva and his 24-year-old son, Homer James Jigme Gere. Fans were captivated by Homer’s appearance, as the young man is very rarely seen in public.
Dressed in sharp black suits with matching bow ties and pristine white shirts, the father and son exuded elegance. Their joyful smiles and a heartfelt hug captured the attention of the cameras.
Online fans were astonished by Homer’s good looks. One user raved, “His eldest son is a cutie.” Another commented, “Beautiful guy!” A third remarked, “His son is gorgeous!”
That said, other fans still believed that the famous father looked better than the son. One observer wrote, ’’It seems like he inherited none of his father’s charm. [,,,] One might even question if they are truly related! Quite lacking in the attractiveness department, I must say.’’
Another remarked, ’’Beauty is a very subjective thing and I would say he looks nothing like his dad.’’
Homer, born in February 2000, was named after his paternal grandfather. This grandfather, who was Richard Gere’s father, lived until the age of 100 and passed away in 2023. Homer’s mother, Carey Lowell, is a model and actress who was Richard Gere’s second wife before they divorced.
Jane Fonda’s radiant and elegant appearance at Cannes 2024, at 86 years old, stunned fans. See the photos here.
My Neighbor Declined to Pay Me the Agreed $250 for Cleaning Her House, I Gave Her a Justifiable Lesson
Neighbors can either become friends or foes, but I never expected mine to turn into both overnight. What began as a simple favor quickly spiraled into a bitter conflict that left us both stunned.
My name is Prudence, and I’m a 48-year-old mother of two. Since my husband Silas walked out on us six years ago, life has been challenging. I work remotely for a call center to support my family while raising my eight-year-old son, Damien, and my infant daughter, Connie. Silas left, claiming he needed space to find himself, and he never returned, leaving me to handle everything alone.
One ordinary day, I was in the kitchen, trying to juggle my responsibilities. Connie asked for cereal, and I was grateful for the distraction. Damien, now a teenager, mumbled about meeting friends before rushing out the door, barely acknowledging me. I felt overwhelmed but carried on, knowing I had to keep things together.
Then, Emery, my new neighbor in her early 30s, knocked on my door. She looked exhausted and upset. She explained that after throwing a wild party, she had to leave town for work and needed help cleaning her messy house. In exchange, she offered me $250. Tempted by the money, I agreed to help her.
When I stepped into her house, I was shocked by the mess. It took two long days of scrubbing, sweeping, and throwing out trash before I finished. My body ached, but I reminded myself of the payment. However, when I finally asked Emery for the money, she acted as if we had never made an agreement. Confused and angry, I realized she had no intention of paying me.
Feeling cheated and disrespected, I returned home and plotted my next move. I couldn’t let her get away with it, so I decided to teach her a lesson. I drove to the local dump, filled my trunk with garbage bags, and returned to her house while no one was around.
Remembering that Emery had left her house key with me, I unlocked her door and dumped the bags of trash all over her floors and counters. I felt a mix of satisfaction and guilt as I left the key under her welcome mat and locked the door behind me.
Later that evening, as I was putting Connie to bed, I heard loud banging at my front door. Emery was furious, demanding to know what I had done to her house. I played it cool, pretending not to know anything. She threatened to call the police, but I reminded her that according to her, I never had the key.
Faced with my calm demeanor, she turned away, seething with anger. I felt a sense of justice knowing I had stood up for myself, even if it meant getting my hands dirty. As I closed the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had crossed a line, but sometimes, you must fight back to protect yourself. I had a feeling Emery wouldn’t be asking for any more favors from me anytime soon.
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