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From the Guardian:
Tamara Ecclestone: working it
Formula One heiress Tamara Ecclestone is striking out on her own with a luxury beauty company. Can we persuade the poster girl for Ugg boots and big hair to put down the curling tongs?
The makeup artist is finished. Ecclestone is underwhelmed. "It's very naked," she says.
"No, it's not," her PR says, soothingly. "It's very, very pretty."
"It's not very pretty, it's very natural," Ecclestone says, before damning with faint praise:"I suppose it will be fine for the Chelsea match tonight." (She has season tickets at Stamford Bridge and wears her shirt, hat and scarf "like a proper mascot".) We break for lunch, and everyone finds a chair and fills a plate. Everyone apart from Ecclestone, who sends out her security guard to fetch her a Nando's takeaway. It is an odd moment: I can't help thinking it rather gauche to send out for your own food without asking if anyone else would like the same. And there is something bizarre about the rest of us sitting with our rice-stuffed peppers, salads and homemade bread while the heiress eats fried chicken out of a brown bag at the makeup table. It's like a warped episode of Upstairs, Downstairs.
It is post-Nando's that things start to get sticky. Natural makeup is one thing, but natural hair – that is, hair that isn't backcombed to high heaven and set into cartoonish, Disney princess waves – is another. No sooner have we appeared to reach a straightish compromise than Ecclestone, thinking the hairstylist's back is turned, picks up the curling tongs and starts re-curling her hair. Tamara, the stylist says gently, I think we agreed we'd try a shot with straighter hair? "I can't understand why people don't want other people to look pretty," she says, keeping a white-knuckle grip on the tongs.
"It's not that they don't want you to look pretty, it's just a different version of pretty," her PR offers.
"My version of pretty is everyone's version of pretty. Hot and groomed. That's what pretty means, and everyone knows that apart from the people in this room." With that, she flounces off to the loo.
- Jess Cartner-Morley for the Guardian, read the whole article here
Tamara Ecclestone: working it
Formula One heiress Tamara Ecclestone is striking out on her own with a luxury beauty company. Can we persuade the poster girl for Ugg boots and big hair to put down the curling tongs?
The makeup artist is finished. Ecclestone is underwhelmed. "It's very naked," she says.
"No, it's not," her PR says, soothingly. "It's very, very pretty."
"It's not very pretty, it's very natural," Ecclestone says, before damning with faint praise:"I suppose it will be fine for the Chelsea match tonight." (She has season tickets at Stamford Bridge and wears her shirt, hat and scarf "like a proper mascot".) We break for lunch, and everyone finds a chair and fills a plate. Everyone apart from Ecclestone, who sends out her security guard to fetch her a Nando's takeaway. It is an odd moment: I can't help thinking it rather gauche to send out for your own food without asking if anyone else would like the same. And there is something bizarre about the rest of us sitting with our rice-stuffed peppers, salads and homemade bread while the heiress eats fried chicken out of a brown bag at the makeup table. It's like a warped episode of Upstairs, Downstairs.
It is post-Nando's that things start to get sticky. Natural makeup is one thing, but natural hair – that is, hair that isn't backcombed to high heaven and set into cartoonish, Disney princess waves – is another. No sooner have we appeared to reach a straightish compromise than Ecclestone, thinking the hairstylist's back is turned, picks up the curling tongs and starts re-curling her hair. Tamara, the stylist says gently, I think we agreed we'd try a shot with straighter hair? "I can't understand why people don't want other people to look pretty," she says, keeping a white-knuckle grip on the tongs.
"It's not that they don't want you to look pretty, it's just a different version of pretty," her PR offers.
"My version of pretty is everyone's version of pretty. Hot and groomed. That's what pretty means, and everyone knows that apart from the people in this room." With that, she flounces off to the loo.
- Jess Cartner-Morley for the Guardian, read the whole article here
