In fact, he developed such a talent that for the past eight
years he has been the auctioneer for the lucrative high-end charity auction, the
annual Robin Hood event in New York, which raised $71 million in May. "It’s the
scariest auction anyone can do. You’re in the middle of 4,400 people at the
Javits Center, and you’re on stage with Robin Williams, Jerry Seinfeld, Billy
Crystal or Jon Stewart," Niven says. "You’ve got the distraction of the star,
you’re trying to control what’s going on, the prices are enormous and the
tension is ferocious. All the while you’ve got to make it look seamless. The
first time I did it, I sweated through my shirt and a bit of my suit I was so
frightened."
Niven presides over about five auctions each year at Sotheby’s;
his primary role is winning new business. As a man who has been married to two
prominent socialites—first to Fernanda Wetherill and now to Eleanor Johnson
Auchincloss—and sits on the boards of MoMA and Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer
Center, he works his connections to procure the collections of friends and
acquaintances such as Bill Blass, Katharine Hepburn and Laurance
Rockefeller.
But the celebrity trove of David Niven has not been among those
collections offered at auction. Niven gave most of his father’s
memorabilia—including 8,000 photographs, an Academy Award, the key to the city
of Rio de Janeiro and piles of letters and books written in long-hand—to the
Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. "I wanted those things preserved,"
he says. "But I didn’t want to deal with it."
What does rile Niven is inequality in cancer care, a cause that
he supports so avidly that, in 2005, he won the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Award
for Excellence in Philanthropy. "It’s absolutely pathetic that the survival rate
for prostate cancer for white males in New York is something like 75 percent;
that would include people who didn’t have early diagnosis," he says. "The
survival rate for black men in Harlem is 16 percent. That’s 60 blocks away. The
numbers are also horrible for breast cancer and ovarian cancer. It’s just
brutal, and it’s not right."
He credits his early career at Lehman Brothers and Robert
Lehman’s charity endeavors as the main inspiration to become a philanthropist.
But Niven’s life has had its share of tragedies. He lost his mother, Primula,
when he was a baby; she died after falling down steps in a freak accident during
a game of hide-and-seek at Tyrone Power’s house. His father succumbed to Lou
Gehrig’s disease.
On the upside of being David Niven’s son, he fully admits it
opened career doors. But, he contends, "You get one shot, and then you’re on
your own." When he graduated from Harvard in 1967, Bill Paley offered him a job
at CBS, but he turned it down because Lehman Brothers offered him a higher
salary. "I’d just gotten married and I had no money," he says. Later he joined
financier Neil McConnell as a partner in a number of venture capital deals. He
backed some lemons, such as the British fragrance brand Floris, and some
winners, such as Aunt Millie’s.
His daughters, Fernanda Niven, a handbag designer and marketing
executive at Vera Wang, and Eugenie Niven, an interior designer, did not always
enjoy being celebrity grandchildren. "I remember one time their grandfather came
to our apartment," he says. "And Fernanda went to the newsstand with him, which
is exactly one half-block away, and they took about half an hour to get the
papers and come back. She said, ‘I’m never walking in the street with
Grandfather again . . . a lot of people stopped to shake his hand and they
pinched my cheek.’ She didn’t like it at all. She was about 7."
When Niven was growing up, his father used to tell him, "Just
because I get treated better at a hotel or a restaurant, doesn’t mean you will
be."
"It was because he was David Niven, but if you’re Jamie Niven,
you shouldn’t expect anything preferential, ever, and I think that’s a good
solid lesson," he says, before bursting into a grin. "It’s not to say that I
haven’t used it to my advantage. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not stupid, I just
didn’t expect anything." Photograph by Sotheby’s.
Jackie Cooperman writes on design, business, travel and arts and
culture for publications including the International Herald Tribune, the
Financial Times and Women’s Wear
Daily.
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