The story of how Tamara Mellon, née Yeardye, went from a hard-partying It-girl on the London club scene to founding one of the world’s most coveted shoe brands, Jimmy Choo, is the stuff of legends. The whole saga reads like a cross between a Jackie Collins drug-fuelled sex and power romp and a “How to succeed in business” handbook. In fact, the truth is so much better than fiction that Mellon recently published her memoir called “In my shoes”, which I started reading on a lark. I can tell you one thing: she doesn’t pull any punches and it’s a delicious guilty pleasure to read, especially for someone like me who’s been keeping tabs on her fabulous life and style for years. I even invested in a few pairs of Jimmy Choo’s way back when and I would take them over Christian Louboutins (tried a pair and the fit was terrible, at least for my narrow feet) any day.
The reviews about the book are mixed, but whether you love or hate the woman or her methods – some people feel that using her father’s capital and relying on him heavily in the beginning was akin to cheating – the fact is, she ultimately built a fashion accessories empire and that’s no small feat. The drug addictions, the ugly divorce from a drug-addled scion of the Mellon banking dynasty, the tumultuous takeovers by three different private equity firms, whom she calls the ‘sociopaths of investment banking'; none of these failures and disappointments kept her down and I can’t help but admire that. Whether I like her by the end of the book remains to be seen, but it’s really neither here nor there.
Tamara Mellon is gorgeous, with legs that were made to model her killer heels and enough glamour to fell an army. If you google her, you inadvertently find pictures of her cavorting in various exotic locations, clad in skimpy bikini’s and accompanied either by a gorgeous movie star or her daughter Minty, or posing on the red carpet in glamorous, sophisticated concoctions. I don’t think this woman would know frumpy if it hit her in the face! And you’ve got to love that!
Her NYC apartment, which was decorated by her long-term decorator Martyn Lawrence-Bullard (he starred in the reality show ‘Million Dollar Decorators’), is also a study in glamour. Never has a home echoed the stye of its owner as much as in this case. Just look at her lounging on that couch (below), slinky and exotic, like the snake photographs by Guido Mocafico hanging above her. The abundance of gold, chrome, thick shag carpeting and leopard and snakeskin prints lend the home a type of elegance reminiscent of the seventies. It just works! What do you think?
Images courtesy of Pinterest, Harper’s Bazaar (photographer: Douglas Friedman)