Tamara Mellon is a bad mama jama.
She’s also an unquestionable fellow SLYTHERIN!
Don’t hate, along with Anna Wintour, Maureen Dowd, Sarah Silverman, Condoleeza Rice, Angela from The Office, Sharon Stone, Maryanne the Maenad, Coco Chanel, and Santana Lopez (You’re welcome, Gleeks) we are a rare breed of cunning, ambitious, no-nonsense puma devils.
Her sense of home decor is right on par with Babygirl’s aesthetic: bold, luxe, gilded, and feminine without being fussy.
At this point I’d like to interject with one of the main reasons this biatch makes my list of women I don’t feel the need to give the stink-eye. Not only did she name her daughter Minty (short for Deminta, so legit) but she loves her, and helps keep her game fresh.
“I archive all my important pieces for my daughter to wear some day. She loves fashion, and wearing high heels, even though she’s only six. For a special treat, we sometimes do fashion shows at home, just for fun. You can’t start too early.” – TM
And as many of you known, JTJ and the late Penny Feinberg made damn sure we started early too. Not in the Suri Scientologyproject Cruise kind of heel-wearing way – our Grandma had a treasure trove of Escada, Versace, Emporio Armani, Dior, HALSTON, and Valentino, as well as the greatest hats and costume jewelry on the UES. After a shopping trip or routine raid of her accessory closet, we would parade around my Grandparents’ overly-decorated 72nd street apartment and literally strut down the catwalk that was their living room.
PSAAAAAAAYAAAAAAHHHTHHHHHSSSSSAHHHHTHHHHssss – that’s Parseltongue for I’m off to go make googly eyes at your boyfriend.