Billionaire Tamara Ecclestone, the older daughter of Formula 1 racing legend Bernie Ecclestone, is the latest face of PETA’s anti-fur campaign in the UK. Which may not sound like a big deal because, well, billionaires must eventually get bored bathing in diamonds and playing pin-the-tail-on-the-butler. I mean, everyone needs a hobby.
Or maybe she did it just to piss off her 19-year-old sister Petra (not Peta), who is busy doing openings at Harrods. Which sells fur. And foie gras. Oh, the insanity of it all.
Tamara, as you might expect, has strong opinions about wearing dead animals. I think it’s supposed to be a prerequisite to joining PETA. Here she is, talking to The Sun:
“I enjoy going to fashion shows and I enjoy seeing what’s new and fantastic but I just don’t understand how fur is necessarily fashionable. I just think it’s terrible to harm living animals all in the name of vanity.”
After that she added a snark about how she’s not a rich snob because — and I’m not making this up — “Our jets don’t have bathrooms and my mother drove me to school in an Audi.”
Well, I certainly feel better about the vanity part. Now how about that part about harming living animals?
Just one question: Do cows still count? [ed: And what about foxes?]
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Hey, remember Earth Hour? Of course you do. It’s that very important event on the last Saturday night of every March, when everybody’s supposed to turn off their lights for an hour so they can feel better about themselves as they bumble around stubbing their toes the Earth will be saved from the ravages of Global Warming. Yay! This vital awareness-raising stunt was concocted by the World Wildlife Fund, because it has something to do with animals, presumably. Double yay!
And now the WWF has another way you can save the planet and all the animals on it (emphasis mine):
Around the World: A Private Jet Expedition
Join us on a remarkable 25-day journey by a luxury private jet. Touch down in some of the most astonishing places on the planet to see the top wildlife, including gorillas, orangutans, rhinos, lemurs and toucans. Explore natural and cultural treasures in remote areas of South America, the South Pacific, Southeast Asia and Africa.
To reach these remote corners, travel on a specially outfitted private jet that carries just 88 passengers in business-class comfort. World-class experts — including WWF’s director of species conservation — will provide a series of lectures en route, and a professional staff will be devoted to making your global adventure seamless and memorable.
Prices start at $65,000 per person. What’s that? Too steep? Oh, I guess you want all the animals to die, then. You want the planet to be destroyed by all these rich jerks flying around in private j–
Um. Hold on a sec, the cognitive dissonance knocked me for a loop there. Okay, wait, what? The WWF wants me to expand my carbon footprint so I can see a bunch of dumb animals that I could see at any decent zoo? Guess we have to kill the planet in order to save it.
Courteney Cox’s completely photoshopped visage appears on the cover of November’s Marie Claire. She opened up to the magazine about her “miserable” experience with Botox:
“I think it’s fantastic and also horrible.
“I mean, they’ve come up with this stuff that can make you not look angry. But you have to use it sparingly.
“I went to this doctor once, and he was like, ‘Oh, let me do it just here and here and here.’
“And I was miserable.”
I’ll bet that Kinerase is surprised to hear her cop to Botox use when she’s been paid to sing the praises for their megabucks skincare line for more than two years now. At her most recent contract renewal, she was quoted as saying “Kinerase simply works. I have been using Kinerase since 2001 and love what we are doing with the line.”
Yet just two months after that, she said in an interview that her husband David Arquette has banned her from getting a facelift:
“David has a huge problem with surgery, but I don’t. It’s hard getting older. It’s hard not to be the young one anymore, to see your face change, your skin change, and not judge it.”
So what I’m taking from this is that Kinerase totally works, except you still get wrinkles anyway and have to resort to Botox and possibly other procedures to keep the contract with Kinerase. Because lord knows she doesn’t act anymore.
I’m not sure this even warrants a disclosure, but I was a major fan of The O.C. As crazy as it sounds, it’s more or less the reason I moved to Southern California. Seriously.
And I even liked Marissa and her pretty, pretty hair (not to mention her awesome mother, Julie Cooper Nichol Cooper Roberts Atwood).
So this is not the point of the post. The point is that Mischa Barton of Marissa infamy has absolutely no idea how to dress herself. Her fashion sense is basically comedy. She even deserved her own section on Go Fug Yourself and secured a big feature in the accompanying book, The Fug Awards. Unfortunately she lost out in the Most Inexplicable Style Icon category to Chloë Sevigny.
Which brings me to Mischa’s criticism of Victoria Beckham:
“Posh doesn’t strike me as particularly stylish.
“I don’t think she’s a good example of British style at all.”
The former OC star added: “I don’t dress for anybody else, and I think the reason people like my style is that I do my own thing.”
Coming from someone who routinely dresses like a hobo, I hope Posh doesn’t give this much credence. You can dance to the beat of your own sartorial drummer but please don’t turn it into a mosh pit.
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