Kirsten Dunst story number one, as relayed to me by a property manager of a luxury property in Tribeca (my ex), circa 2005:
So she came in and looked at our best apartment, the penthouse. She really seemed to like everything and then she started looking at the views from every window. When she looked out to the south though, she saw Ground Zero and turned to her broker. "I dunno. It's, like, depressing, dontcha' think?"
Kirsten Dunst story number two, as it happened to me, walking up Broadway, south of Canal, circa 2006:
Walking up from the secret shame of those days, Century 21, the trailers were out for the cast of Spiderman 3. Most exciting for me (as a dork) was seeing a trailer for the character of Gwen Stacy who had not been in the film's previous iterations. One trailer door was open and a strawberry blondish Dunst popped her head out into the grey day. Our eyes met and she smiled. And then she waved to me, enthusiastically. Looking behind me, I looked to see was the recipient of this vigorous wave. There was no one there, so I gave a small wave and return and walked past the now brow-knitted actress. It will never be known if I look like someone she knows or if she is just gregariously friendly.
(Ugh, I've told that second story before, explaining why there is a pre-existing "Kirsten Dunst" category here.)