The Towering World of Jimmy Choo: A Glamorous Story of Power, Profits, and the Pursuit of the Perfect Shoe
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Lauren Goldstein Crowe
Lauren Goldstein Crowe has covered the fashion and luxury goods industries as a Senior Writer at Time magazine in London, at Fortune magazine in New York, and as a writer of freelance articles for Paris Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, the New York Times, British Vogue, the Financial Times and the Times, and has appeared as a fashion expert on CNN and Bloomberg television. She wears mostly Manolo Blahnik shoes.
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Reviews for The Towering World of Jimmy Choo
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This book was an interesting read about business and (more importantly) shoes. I am not a business person, but this book was obviously written to appeal to lay-readers like me so the business elements were well-explained and, I suspect, fairly rudimentary. I picked up the book because it was about Jimmy Choo shoes, and it did deliver an interesting look at the early development of the brand. Unfortunately, the writing got repetitive and rather gossipy; I was much less interested in the details of Tamara's divorce that in the details of Jimmy's ouster from the company, but the book is much more about Tamara and her life than about Jimmy Choo and his. All in all, an enjoyable read despite the lack of substance.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Towering World of Jimmy Choo is the behind the scenes story of the world famous shoe brand. Jimmy Choo was a young shoemaker who crafted made-to-order shoes for a few select wealthy clients in London when he caught the eye of Tamara Yeardye. Tamara began using Jimmy's shoes in Vogue layouts and later convinced her wealthy father to join with Choo to invest in a mass produced luxury shoe line. Tension between Tamara and Jimmy quickly came to a head when it became clear that they both had different visions for the company. Soon Choo was only involved in the couture line of custom shoes while the mass produced designs were all created by Tamara and Choo's niece Sandra Choi. Now twelve years later Choo is no longer a part of the company bearing his name and the shoe that made its start in a small cramped space is one of the most successful luxury brands in the world, worth over $350 million. I have to admit that when I first noticed this book I thought it was chic-lit fiction not the real story behind the legendary brand but I am so glad I picked it up. It was a fascinating look behind the scenes. I'm not at all knowledgeable about the world of fashion but enjoyed reading this story because of the peek into that lifestyle. Not only does the book cover the company, it covers the financial decision making and the changes the company has gone through in just a few short years. It's amazing to me that all this could be built from the Jimmy Choo name while having almost nothing to do with the real Jimmy Choo. I recommend this book for not only fashion lovers but to anyone who enjoys a good non-fiction read.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Lauren Goldstein Crowe and Sagra Maceira de Rosen show the progress of Jimmy Choo leaving his Penang, Malaysia roots where his father was a shoemaker to end up designing shoes from his own luxury collection. After attending Cordwainers, he sold shoes at a stall after making them from a Kingsland Road, Hackney, Metropolitan Hospital ("Metropolitan") space-where artisans and businesses found a cheap, though perhaps unsavory location to create their wares. The real focus of the story, however, is on the unflappable Tamara (nee Yeardye) Mellon who convinced both Jimmy Choo and her father and his friends to invest in a Jimmy Choo-branded luxury shoe line. Tamara had seen Jimmy's potential for earning with a line of shoes after his sucess selling one-off pairs both in her role as an assistant to London Vogue Fashion Director, Sarajane Hoare and through her socialite friends she was partying with in London at the time. Her father used his Vidal Sasson connections from his years past to help get Tamara, J.C and Co., set up around the world, but particularly in America. As told, the success of the "perfect shoe" company was built from a recipe of Tamara's contacts, determination, her father's tough-as-nails business sense-which he clearly taught to Tamara, along with the mix of some luck and name recognition with celebrity (not the least of which was Princess Diana early-on with Jimmy Choo and then much later thanks to Sex and the City!) Goldstein Crowe and Maceira de Rosen's book reads like a very long mix between a fashion and business magazine article to tell how Tamara (together with Choo's niece-Sandra Choi, Robert Bensoussan and others) helped to build the Jimmy Choo empire from the ground up. They extoll how Tamara triumphed through personal loss when she got divorced, through sale and resale of the company up until now. Today she serves in the company's current incantation as the company's President, shareholder and board member. A mini-series on the Chanel Haute Couture line in Spring of 2005 called Signe Chanel portrayed how the Chanel staff posted a sign that showed whenever Karl Lagerfeld was in the office... it would say K.L n'est pas la or would flip for K.L est la! I would say the most tragic thing about reading this book for me is that J.C n'est pas la. I read the book hoping to find out how a kid brought up the hard way ended up having this great shoe empire, with the help of some visionary businesspeople. However, what I ended up reading about is what appears to be a crush by the authors for Tamara Mellon. At the end of the day, for me, it was Jimmy Choo who was missing from this tale. According to the authors, though he returned to run his own couture shoe business...he was considering shutting down because he was having trouble purchasing the quality shoe-components he needed to stay open.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5If you're interested in the business side of luxury, here's your book
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The Towering World of Jimmy Choo - Lauren Goldstein Crowe
Authors
One
Glamorama = Business Bonanza
On the evening of May 25, 2005, a photograph of a naked Tamara Mellon, lying on her stomach wearing a diamond ring and balancing jewel-studded Jimmy Choo sandals on the inverted soles of her feet, was placed at the front of Christie’s auction hall in London. In front of the photo stood the real Tamara, the president of the luxury brand Jimmy Choo. In a low-cut black chiffon dress that showed off her cleavage and in stiletto shoes—as always, by Jimmy Choo—Tamara looked calm. Especially calm given that in front of her, ogling her photo, were hundreds of her closest friends and colleagues armed with cards holding three-digit numbers. Every seat was taken—the best reserved for those most likely to bid—and the aisles and back of the sweltering room were packed full of beautiful women in expensive dresses accompanied by their men, dressed as if law decreed it, in blue suits with perfectly pressed white shirts.
One hundred thousand pounds,
the auctioneer said. Do we have one hundred thousand pounds?
Tamara wrinkled her nose, rolled her eyes, and then looked pointedly at the man in the front row with the gray hair. In response, he raised his card. Again.
We have one hundred thousand pounds,
said the auctioneer. Do we have one hundred ten thousand pounds?
A wave of a card on the other side of the aisle gave him his answer: We have one hundred ten thousand pounds.
Tamara turned again to the man in the front row and arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow. His hand went up. And then so did a hand on the other side of the room. The exchange continued until Walid Juffali, a Saudi Arabian billionaire, had spent £220,000 (or $396,000) for the naked Tamara. He beat out Flavio Briatore, the Formula One car racing boss and one of Tamara’s old flames, who was seated in the front row next to Elton John. It was shy of the £270,000 ($486,000) that Juffali had spent on the naked Kate Moss moments before, but Tamara knew Kate would fetch a prettier price. After all, a photo taken by Sam Taylor-Wood, like Kate’s, was considered art. But someone had to follow Kate on auction night, so Tamara sacrificed herself. What choice did she have? She was the reason everyone was at the ‘‘4 Inches’’ auction and book launch. Although the proceeds from the photos of famous women in Cartier jewels and Jimmy Choo shoes would go to support the Elton John AIDS Foundation and not Jimmy Choo, Tamara knew she had an obligation to make the evening as pleasant as possible for all the lesser-than-Kate celebrities she had convinced to disrobe. And thanks in a small way to Briatore, and in a very large way to Juffali (who later said he planned to open a museum to show the huge number of photos he bought that night), the completely naked Tamara (I didn’t wear a G-string, to save on retouching,
she later said) did not do too badly. By the end of the auction, she would outearn the naked Victoria Beckham (£180,000/$324,000), the naked Elle Macpherson (£160,000/$288,000), and the naked Paris Hilton (£25,000/$45,000) to be the second-highest earner of the night. (All currencies are converted at rate of period referred to.)
The presence of so many financiers like Juffali was unusual for a Jimmy Choo party. Usually it was the wives who came to the launches and various store openings, leaving their husbands at home—or, more likely, at work. But an auction requires a bigger checkbook than a store opening, and since it was all in the name of charity, the husbands were on show. There were some serious people out there tonight,
Tamara said. I never expected to raise that kind of money.
¹ Maybe not on photos anyway. By now Tamara was getting used to mingling with the high-finance crowd—not just as a pretty face, but as a part of their world.
Six months earlier Tamara had fared even better at an altogether different sort of auction. It did not take place at Christie’s (where it was so hot that the auctioneer had to warn the audience not to fan themselves with their numbers lest they find themselves owners of a naked Macy Gray). Its control center was the somber offices of the prestigious investment bank N M Rothschild & Sons. Instead of a wisecracking auctioneer, the posh accent of banker Akeel Sachak ensured that the proceedings were conducted with a degree of decorum. And instead of photos of naked women, on the block was the company that Tamara had spent the last eight years building—Jimmy Choo Ltd. The company sold for a price nearly five hundred times greater than her photograph—£101 million (or $182 million). And less than two years after the night of the ‘‘4 Inches’’ auction, the company would be sold again, this time for an astounding £185 million ($340 million), giving her a net worth of upward of £50 million ($73 million).
The transactions caught the attention of investment bankers everywhere. Not only were they a bright spot in what had been a relatively quiet time in mergers and acquisitions in the luxury goods sector, but they also demonstrated that a luxury brand need not be hundreds of years old to be successful. Until Jimmy Choo, the big luxury success stories came from brands like Prada and Gucci that had been part of the cultural or shopping landscape for generations. These two Jimmy Choo deals meant it was possible to build a brand from scratch and make an enormous amount of money in the process. In subsequent years, all of the key protagonists in the launch and buildup of Jimmy Choo would try to duplicate the success of the brand. Tamara would convince movie mogul Harvey Weinstein to buy the iconic U.S. fashion brand Halston in 2007, with the financial backing of a private equity partner, and she would join the company’s board of directors. Phoenix Equity Partners, the first private equity owner of Jimmy Choo, would later buy (and sell) the British handbags and accessories brand Radley. Robert Bensoussan, CEO of Jimmy Choo from 2001 to 2007, launched Sirius Equity, his own investment fund to buy and sell luxury brands. In 2008, with Phoenix, he purchased a majority stake in LK Bennett, another fast-growing British shoe brand. Lion Capital, the private equity firm that purchased Jimmy Choo from Phoenix, would in 2008 explore the possibility of an investment in Italian designer brand Roberto Cavalli, bidding against another large buyout fund, Candover (which was being advised by Bensoussan) before Cavalli changed his mind about selling the company.
But even as they plowed optimistically on, the question remained: Was the success of Jimmy Choo a model for a new age of luxury brands or merely just a case of a brand being in the right place at the right time?
Two
The Hard Times of a Voguette
Vogue house, the london office of the Condé Nast publishing company on Hanover Square, is not usually regarded as an incubator for eager entrepreneurs. The young women—and they are mostly women—who take the low-paying but high-glamour jobs at the various Condé Nast magazines such as Vogue, Tatler, and Condé Nast Traveler tend to behave like young ladies from another era. Posh, polite, and politically conservative, they view their future earning potential more in terms of husbands than careers. Very rarely do they become the founders of multimillion-dollar businesses.
Tamara Yeardye, a one-time Vogue girl, would eventually break the mold due in large part to the influence of her father, Tom Yeardye. He always had a career path in mind for her,
said Phyllis Walters, a publicist who employed Tamara when she was still in her teens. Tamara’s brother Gregory says that Tamara was always very driven. She was bound for success, whatever her career path. She always wanted to be independently wealthy,
he said. Every once in a while Dad wouldn’t buy her something that she wanted, and I think she thought, ‘If I get rich myself, I can have whatever I want and I won’t have to ask anyone.’
Tamara credits her ambitious nature to her years in the United States. Tamara and her younger brothers, Daniel and Gregory, moved to California in 1976 when their father moved the family to be closer to hairdresser Vidal Sassoon, with whom he was working. The budding shoe mogul lived with her family in a spacious house with a pool on North Whittier Drive in Beverly Hills, ironically next door to Nancy Sinatra, who sang ‘‘These Boots Are Made for Walkin’.’’ The suburban American houses couldn’t have been more different from the low ceilings in the Tudor Berkshire cottage in which Tamara had spent her early life. Although she had attended Catholic school in the United Kingdom, in the United States the eight-year-old Tamara was sent to the local public elementary school, El Rodeo, at the bottom of their road. Vidal told us we were crazy to consider sending the kids to private school in the U.S.,
said her mother, Ann Yeardye. He said, ‘El Rodeo is a good school—everyone sends their kids there.’
Built in 1927, the El Rodeo building was as grand as most British private schools—with sprawling grass and the feel of a Mediterranean estate—and it had the reputation for being just as good. But in true Beverly Hills fashion, the school’s students had a natural fascination with clothes. Without uniforms, the students from well-off families were enormously competitive in their dress. I used to go shopping with all the other mothers,
said Ann. "When the bills started coming in, Tom said, ‘These are for Tamara’s clothes?’ Ann was buying what the other mothers bought for their children—designer clothes from brands like Gucci and Fiorucci. The bills were one thing, but then began the early-morning phone calls. Tamara said,
I’d call my school friends every morning to find out what they were wearing." After just a few months, Ann and Tom put Tamara into a private Catholic school, Marymount, in nearby Brentwood. When it was time for high school, Tom and Ann wanted her to continue at Marymount, but a willful Tamara was insistent that she should go to Beverly Hills High with her old El Rodeo crowd. As a compromise, Tom suggested boarding school in the UK and, to his surprise, Tamara said okay.
In 1981 Tom moved the family back to the UK and Tamara went off to Heathfield School—an all-girls boarding school in Ascot. One of the oldest girls’ schools in England, Heathfield was founded in 1899. It is now officially known as Heathfield St. Mary’s after a 2006 merger with another school. Unofficially it is frequently referred to as the sister school to Eton, England’s oldest and most prestigious boys’ school. At the time of the merger one alum wrote, Heathfield had a ferociously snobbish culture, in which it really mattered who your family was, where you lived and what kind of husky and gumboots you wore,
she said referring to the jackets and boots that are a staple of British country life. The weekly table plan for the dining room listed girls by their formal titles, so everyone knew whether they were passing the salt to Lady Louisa, the Hon. Henrietta or little Miss Nobody-in-Particular.
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Fresh from Los Angeles, Tamara, with a wardrobe filled with bright designer clothes, was looked at by the English ladies-in-training of Heathfield as if she were an alien—not just from another country, but from another planet. Away from her parents, Tamara’s inherent rebellious nature could flourish more fully. She was called in to see the headmistress not only for cutting class but for disappearing entirely for days on end. She finished at Heathfield when she was sixteen years old, and knowing university held little interest for her, Tom and Ann sent her to do a stint at the Institut Alpin Videmanette, a prestigious finishing school near the jet-set ski resort of Gstaad, Switzerland. Her parents wanted her to focus on things like polishing her skiing skills and learning French, but she also became friendly with the ne’er-do-well aristocrats and through them mastered the art of serious partying on an international scale. One evening she and her girlfriends escaped from the school by climbing out a small window in the boiler room. From there they jumped off a garage roof into the snow and were picked up by a group of boys and taken to a club in Gstaad for a night of dancing.
After finishing school, Tamara spent six months in Paris. Tom said he’d support her as long as she came back fluent in French,
Ann said. To ensure that it happened, he called his friends in Paris and told them that if they invited her to dinner, they should not allow her to speak any English.
While the kids were in boarding school, Tom and Ann moved to Port Grimault in the South of France. They also bought a house on London’s Chester Row for Daniel and Tamara to live in. Back from Paris and still only seventeen, Tamara found that the house was a convenient place for other hip youngsters like Nick Thorp, founder of the popular band Curiosity Killed the Cat, to gather, drink, and hang out. One of her set remembers Tamara’s unique way of asking for spending money. She’d phone her father and say, ‘Remember that twenty pounds you gave me yesterday? I spent it on records. Could I have some more?’
Tom began to reply that he would match whatever money she made. He [Tom] had a very tough childhood, growing up in Mill Hill in London during the war,
Tamara said. He couldn’t bear that spoilt brat sort of thing at all, so I was brought up very differently.
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Tamara took a stall at the Portobello Market and began selling the designer clothes that her father had bought her. Tom realized there was no separating Tamara and fashion. Keen to see her in a job that did not involve manning an outdoor market stall, Tom put in a phone call to one of his old friends, Sidney Burstein, whom he had met through Vidal Sassoon. Sidney’s wife, Joan, was a close friend of Vidal’s—he was her hairdresser—and she was also the founder of one of London’s most chic shops, Browns on South Molton Street. In the wake of the Swinging Sixties, Mrs. B, as Joan is affectionately known in London’s fashion circles, had become famous for bringing foreign designers to London. Tommy—he was such a good-looking guy—rang Sidney and said, ‘I think you’d look after her well,’
Joan remembers. I think he wanted her trained.
Tamara made an immediate impression on the boss. She always looked great,
Joan says. She always had an eye and a great spirit.
Tamara was given a job on the selling floor of Shop 24—the Browns empire now controls several storefronts on South Molton—selling clothes by Azzedine Alaia. There she held her own, despite being far younger than most of the other sales assistants working on the floor. She was very industrious,
Joan remembers. She always wanted to know about things. She was very bright—you can just tell with people. You could tell by the way she walked.
Tamara also took full advantage of the new job to indulge her passion for designer clothes. When I left, I owed them more money than I’d earned,
she said.⁴ Another Browns employee from the day remembers Tamara coming to work dressed in tight black Alaia bike shorts—not that Tamara biked in. Every morning she made the commute from Belgravia to Mayfair in the Fiat Tom had bought her to keep her from driving his car. (Tom thought she was a terrible driver,
said Ann. He once insisted on getting out of the car when she was driving and hailed himself a taxi.
) She would park directly in front of the store on the pedestrian street. The tickets would just pile up,
another former Browns’ staffer, the publicist Mandi Lennard, remembers. But she never cared.
Tamara’s next job also came through her father’s intervention. Tom got in touch with Michael Collis, the son-in-law of Browns’ Joan Burstein, married to her daughter Caroline, who worked as a buyer at Browns. When she married Michael, a hairdresser who knew Tom from his days at Vidal Sassoon, her parents gave them a unique wedding present—a hair salon. Located on South Molton Street, within spitting distance of Browns, the couple decided to name it Molton Brown. Tom asked Michael if he had any ideas about what Tamara could do next. Michael put in a call on her behalf to an old friend, Phyllis Walters, the owner of a public relations firm on nearby Bruton Street.
I always had need for a good assistant,
said Walters, who had about a dozen working for her at the time. So Tamara left the sales floor at Browns, and Walters put her to work doing all of the entry-level things a PR assistant would do—running samples of clothing from the hot designers of the day like Catherine Walker and Versace over to Vogue House and keeping track of press clippings. Tamara was very willing and a very nice person to have around,
remembers Walters. At nineteen if they can manage to get in on time and dock clothes in and out, that’s pretty much it.
She also remembers Tamara’s making an effort to wear the latest fashions—oversized camp shirts by Equipment and skintight dresses by Alaia. I hired quite a few boys, too. It was very entertaining to watch them try to deal with this girl who wouldn’t necessarily be wearing the underwear she should have with her low-cut tops.
Following her stint in PR, Tamara took a job working as the assistant to Charlotte Pilcher, the fashion director at the UK edition of Mirabella magazine. Former U.S. Vogue editor Grace Mirabella had launched the magazine with Rupert Murdoch in the U.S. in 1989. The UK edition was launched in September 1990 and closed in May 1991. When she heard the news Tamara called her dad and asked him to buy the magazine. She said, ‘Dad, it’s all set up. Everything is in place,’
remembers Ann. Tom replied, If Rupert Murdoch can’t make money on it, I sure can’t make money on it.
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But another magazine job awaited Tamara—one at Vogue. Liz Tilberis, then editor of Vogue, called her friend and Tamara’s former boss, Phyllis Walters, to say they were in need of an assistant. Phyllis promptly recommended Tamara. "The ideal girls for Vogue care about how they present themselves. They commit to wanting to be in the industry. They also have to be quite cool. They can’t be fazed by celebrity. Tamara grew up surrounded by drama and celebrity. She knew these people."
In December 1991, at twenty-four, Tamara began her career at Vogue as an assistant to fashion director Sarajane Hoare. Hoare told Vanity Fair that it was clear from the beginning that Tamara had a special affinity for shoes and an attention to detail that meant she would not settle until she found the perfect shoe—even if it didn’t exist. And that’s where Jimmy Choo would come in. He was more than happy to work with her on custom designs to suit her photo shoots.
The routine at Vogue was less demanding than that of a small PR agency or a start-up company, and the invitations were even more frequent—invitations that enabled Tamara to partake with gusto in a wild nightlife scene. She and her fabulous friends spent night after night dancing at clubs, drinking glass after glass of champagne, and snorting the not-so-occasional line of cocaine. Tamara said, Those were the days when we were all single—we wanted to go out every night, to every party, club and restaurant, to be everywhere.
Her friend Tamara Beckwith, a famous London party girl in her own right, said, There is never a dull moment with T on board. She is always having fun and she is always really wild.
Beckwith said that although Tamara was well known for her glamorous Alaia wardrobe, she was also down to earth. One time we went to this club opening, at which no jeans were allowed. I warned everyone, except T, as she never wore jeans anyway. On this night, however, she did, and upon arrival was forced to borrow a pleated puff skirt with an elasticized waist—it wasn’t even gross enough to be cool—it was horrendous. But T didn’t complain, which sums her up.
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Despite the nighttime antics, Tamara was, for a while, able to keep her nose to the Vogue grindstone. After a year she was promoted to fashion assistant, the title she held until she left. But by 1995 the partying was getting to be too much for her. Tamara was more often than not walking into Vogue House with a hangover. In May 1995 she resigned her position at Vogue and packed herself off to a rehab facility. She said, It was an emotional rock bottom for me, and I got scared … [of being] broke, with no children and no husband, and having achieved nothing. Fear motivated me to get better,
she said.⁷ She went to her mother asking for help. I’m sick and I want to get better,
she said to Ann. Ann’s first thought was that Tamara’s hypochondriac tendencies were getting the best of her. We were always in and out of doctors’ offices,
she said. Every office on Harley Street knows us.
But then Tamara said she had booked herself at Farm Place, one of the Priory Group’s hospitals. Farm Place specializes in addiction and has treated some of the UK’s