IN A BOOTH in a SoHo restaurant, Diane Kruger is trying to convince me that she, too, sometimes has bad hair days when New York City gets humid. ‘I look like, you know, like someone put your fingers in a plug?’ says the actor. It's a kind thing to say as my own barnet turns to candyfloss in front of her, yet such dishevelment is difficult to imagine.
Kruger, 48, looks sleek even when arriving, as she does, straight from the school run – all knife-sharp cheekbones and groomed eyebrows, her Hitchcock blonde hair swept back in a scrunchie. She wears a relatively low-key outfit of black jeans, brown loafers, a striped Marc Jacobs top and Frankie Shop bomber jacket, accessorised with a gobstopper engagement ring (her fiancé is The…
