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Mills & Boon

by | 14th, March 2005

‘HEATHER Mills McCartney is the sum of so many parts that to understand her you first need to deconstruct her.

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So, we’ll start at the top and work our way down.

Her hair is by Jerome Obry, a stylist at the reassuringly expensive Bergdorf Goodman department store, New York.

Heather found him while out shopping. She’d not washed her hair for a whopping two whole days(!), and asked a sales assistant if she knew of a hair salon.

As luck had it, the store assistant did, and she directed Heather upstairs to the ninth floor where a charming Frenchman was working his magic with dyes, bacofoil and shampoo.

Wowed at such providence, Heather started to go regularly, and on one visit she noticed some snaps Jerome had taken.

A conversation ensued, during which Jerome asked her to pose for him, and faster that you can say “It’s not what you know, it’s who you blow( dry)”, Jerome was snapping and Heather was posing for an Hello! photo montage.

So much for the hair, now for the body.

Heather doesn’t believe in diets, so instead she eats a “varied and wholesome”, er, diet. “I simply eat no white produce if I’m gaining a few pounds and treat myself when my clothes feel loose,” says the non-dieter.

When she did eventually get back to the gym after giving birth, she went two days a week, “varying my workouts with Pilates, yoga, bike training, and weights. Now I do five days in a row, one hour a day, with weekends off to allow my muscle tissue to recover.”

But anyone waiting to ape Heather’s lifestyle should note that she doesn’t do it alone, but elicits the help of Richard in London, Chad in LA and Claus in New York.

It’s not all shopping and salons in the life on an international model and campaigner for world harmony. There’s a lot of hard graft involved.

Especially for someone like Heather, who is saddened by the return of fur to the catwalk. “How shallow to kill for the superficiality of fashion,” says Heather. “Why not be happy in your own skin?”

Which brings us neatly to the subject of Heather’s skin. For the photoshoot by up-and-coming snapper Jerome, Heather’s skin is wrapped in dresses by J Mendel, John Anthony and Valentino. Her shoes may or may not be made of leather.

But after mention of her leg (missing) and her pelvis (metal), Heather tells us about her greatest accessory – her 16-month-old daughter.

The little love’s not in shot – Heather would “never exploit” her baby – but she wants us know that motherhood is the “hardest job in the world”.

What’s this? Harder than styling Heather’s unwashed hair? Harder than killing dogs and turning them into fur coats? You betcha it is.

“All mothers should be paid a wage,” says Heather, who manages to stretch the family allowance a long, long way.

But we can stretch things no further. And there we must stop. We’ve reached the end. It’s time to put Heather back together again.

And take care to do it right. You wouldn’t want to get it wrong and do something silly, like putting her head where her heart is…’

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