Petra Ecclestone is a victim in Flaunt magazine
TAMARA Ecclestone cannot spunk all of her dad Bernie’s money on her own. Until the moon is hollowed out, given a bag handle, lined with gold leaf and tiger genitals and out on a plinth in Sloan Street window, Tamara will toil at the coalface of shopping to lighten dad’s wallet but, like a buffed tangerine-styled Sisyphus carrying her shopping up Mount Street, she will never make it. Tamara Ecclestone needs help. Which is where Petra Ecclestone step in. Petra, 22-year-old owner of an $85 million mansion in LA, wants us to know that she is not spoilt.
Petra says “people will get to know the real her”. Lesser people keen to show strangers the real them might get qualifications and letters before and after their name, write a book or blog, or invite people over for a chat – Petra has the room to address all of Flaunt’s readers at once and put them up for the night. But Petra prefers to suck in her cheeks, suck on a Starbucks coffee and tells us:
“With time, people will get to know the real me and realize that I’m not going to parties and falling out of my dress and getting drunk and all that.”
What else is there, Petra?
“Obviously, I don’t sit at home knitting all night long, but I am very mature at the end of the day.”
At the end of the day Petra seems to listen to the pundits on Sky Sports. She is that mature, like an aired gouda.
“I feel like I always have to defend myself. When you’re perceived to be something you’re not, it’s frustrating.”
So. You’re not a very rich girl using her heiress status to be famous?
“It’s actually worse in the U.K. I have to defend myself more there.”
Curse those Brits. What is the world coming to when a girl can’t show Hello! magazine around her Belgravia mansion without people staring and passing judgement. We, people of Britain, are in a sorry way.
You will recall that such a down-at-heel type as Tamara Beckwith felt compelled to say:
“Petra is far from what you might imagine a spoilt little rich girl should be.”
But Petra is not a nurse living on fried chicken in hospital digs in Nottingham with a pet tortoise called Steve. Petra showed us her “ginormous” wardrobe full of expensive stuff. But who cares for the things. It’s words that matter and hurt. They have the power. As Tamara said:
“Even though she has the help of an interior decorator, she handled the refurbishment herself.”
In yer face, haters!