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I bump into Natalia Vodianova and Justin Portman on their doorstep. They are returning from walking their five-year-old son Lucas to school across Hyde Park. Their daughter Neva, who had her first birthday last month, haw been whisked off by the nanny to absorb some spring sunshine and to de spared the chaos of the ES shoot tha is about to flood their Knightsbrige flat Natalia, dressed, is a selection of expensive and mismatching knitwear, may look like a teenager but she is one of the most successful models of the century an her husband is a member of the Portman family who own 100 acres of Central London, including Oxford Street, Marylebone and of course, Portman Square.
Natalia at 25, is three and a half months pregnant with the couple’s third baby. “I love little boys and I think I’ m going to have another boy and I’m really excited about that. It was my dream to have a daughter and I have Neva, my little present, my little bonus. She is exactly as I imagined she would be. I think I needed a daughter. I don’ t know what it is. Perhaps it’ that feeling of security, of knowing that there will be someone for me just as I am there for my mother. She’s very strong little girl. She looks like me.
Three children in six years, combined with inordinate, however rich you are. “Of course it is challenging to balance work and being a mother and traveling so much an another baby” she lists. But “I feel amazing”. And the strain would tell on many a marriage too. “This is not a problem actually”, she says, “and we are excited about the new baby. I always feel so in love with my husband when I am pregnant, and he is so protective of me. My husband is my right hand in everything I do and he feels the same about me”. Certainly, it is to Justin’ s credit that Natalia’s English is as expressively varied as it is after only seven years. Clearly this is a couple who talk.
Their children are enjoying a very different sort of childhood from the one their mother experienced in Russia, until her modeling career lifted her out of Nizhni Novgorod seven years ago.
Natalia’s mother Larisas was 19 when she gave birth to Natalia, not that it’ unusual to start early in provincial Russia. After Natalia’s father walked out when she was two, they moved in with her maternal grandparents, where life was all about manners, pulling your weight, saying your prayers and using a napkin. Natalia’s grandfather worked in the same car factory for 55 years on a minimal wage, but in Russia material poverty doesn’t necessitate culture deprivation and her childhood was punctuated by trips to the ballet and the opera.
Then, when Natalia was six, Larisa remarried and gave birth to a second daughter, Oksana, who was born with cerebral palsy , and they moved into one of the city’s grey high rises. Soon, Larisa was a single mother again and trying to hold down four jobs to feed the girls, before marrying a third time and having a third daughter, Kristina, who is now 11. This stepfather was a violent drunk and he didn’t last long.
By the time Natalia was 11 she was selling fruit and vegetables on the street, often late into the night and in temperatures as low as -30C. At 14 she was borrowing cars to collect stock. At 15 she moved into a flat with a friend and, at 16, she had her own market stall in the mafia town with its corrupt police force doing little to protect enterprising young women. “ I sometimes see that a lot of my anger and expectations towards my children come from my childhood, she says. ‘ So when my son really wants something, “I want it, I want it, I want it… Please Mummy…” I realize that I would never have allowed myself to behave like that when I was a little girl, so it’s really hard for me to hold myself back from going “Don’t you know how lucky you are?’ I think that in those situations- when you can hardly afford anything at all- the problems have to be shared between children and parents. As a little child, once you are aware of what’s going on, you understand that you cannot demand things, you cannot even ask because you know your mother wants to give it to you and it would be too painful for her to say no and you don’ t want to hurt her. You want to protect her from pain.
On New years Eve 1999, having been forced to go and see a model scout by her then boyfriend, she landed in Paris and a new life was beckoning. And yew she has reinvented herself as some kind of wide-eyed Russian princess in an attempt to sell a sanitized version of her past to herself or to others. “By facing and understanding my past I’ m trying to make my future better” she says. “I left when I was 17 so I was pretty much established as a person and I would say that I’m really proud and happy about my life. I didn’t have really big tragedies. I hear stories about some girls who were raped or abuses and, for sure, I now realize that full potential for disaster and for disaster and I also see what my life would be like if I hadn’t left, even though I find that hard to think about”.
Career opportunities in her home town present themselves in the form of the factory floor at the car and vodka plants.
She returns regularly to see her family. Her mother has recently been reunited with her second husband and it has emerged that he is the father of both her younger sisters- the couple were carrying on an affair during their entire 12year separation. Larisa is now a very pampered woman with social life and a shopping habit. Lest year Natalia’s grandfather turned 80 and the family gathered for a celebration- they have much to celebrate with Natalia acting as a joyous patron to the clan. “ I absolutely love spoiling them”, she says. “I see that the town has changed for the better since I left. I see that there are more middle classes rather than just very than just very rich and very poor people, but what I see is largely irrelevant because I stay uptown now. But when i go to the supermarket I still see old grannies taking out their purses to buy a loaf of bread and counting out every penny. I know how that feels and it’s heartbreaking. People suffer a lot in Russia and they work themselves into the ground.
Natalia herself is a worker. She met Justin at the end of 2000, at Le Georges, the restaurant at the top of the Pompidou Centre, where her headstrong conversation and gesticulating, impassioned impetuousness utterly enchanted him. Today, sitting eating her breakfast, she is calm and sunny but the lioness is nonetheless visible beneath a veil of pregnant serenity.
Anyway, Justin pursued and chased and dashed back and forth from Paris and finally, after two months, he was rewarded with his first kiss. Just over a year later Lucas saw born and, finding herself suddenly thinner that se had ever been. Natalia was back on the catwalk, opening for Tom Ford’s Yves Saint Laurent two weeks after giving birth. She then shot the autumn/winter’s Gucci campaign with Mario Testino, making her easily the most important model of the year. She walked in 40 catwalk shows that season, acquiring the nickname Supernova and putting her health at some risk. More of which later.