By Georgia! at Just 19, Mick and Jerry's Youngest Daughter Has Already Conquered the Fashion World, and Now She's Dead Set on Becoming the Next Lucian Freud. Gavanndra Hodge Gets an Insight into the Whirlwind Life of London's Most Ambitious Rock Princess
Georgia May Jagger stands to greet me, all graciousness and gappy white teeth and the Texan good manners of her mother, the former supermodel Jerry Hall. She seems wildly confident for her 19 years, sassy and comfortable with her ravishing beauty. And why not? She comes from a family where beauty is in ample supply. She has inherited her mother's bouncing blonde curls and pert physique, and to her father she owes her indecently plump lips and her princess swagger. Not that Georgia May likes to talk about Mick Jagger; Rolling Stones frontman and notorious philanderer. She is voluble and charming on many subjects but when his name is mentioned her blue eyes acquire a sudden sullen deadness.
We are talking about her Southern belle name, which is something of a mouthful: 'My friends call me George, GM, or Georgia. But most people who know me from when I was little call me Georgia May,' she is saying. Is that, I ask, what your father calls you when he tells you off? She turns her head away, as if she can't bear to look at me, and remains silent for some seconds. 'I don't remember the last time my dad told me off,' she says, finally.
It is the only sour note of the interview. No doubt there is an element of boredom - what teenager wants to be asked about her aging rock god-dad ad nauseam? But Mick Jagger's serial infidelities, and the effect these would have had on Georgia May's mother, must have taken a toll on her young life. It was a gilded childhood, yes, with Caribbean Christmases and ponies and private schools, but Jagger was a chronic seducer, embarking on a dalliance with the model Carla Bruni (now Bruni-Sarkozy) not long before Georgia May's birth; and was said to have paid his new baby a perfunctory visit before jetting offto Thailand to be with his lover. Jerry Hall has spoken openly of the heartbreak she experienced during her 23 years with Mick Jagger, and how the birth of his son Lucas to the Brazilian model Luciana Morad, 18 months after the birth of her fourth child, Gabriel, in 1999, was the final straw for her emotionally, precipitating their separation. The couple are said to have remained on good terms, living next to each other in Richmond for a time, celebrating Christmas together, all for the children. But no child can be immune to the selfishness of a feckless father, however charming, fun and famous he is. And it is interesting how much more animated and unselfconscious Georgia May is when she talks about her mother, a powerful matriarch, and, by all accounts, a pretty wonderful woman.
'My mum is just a really nice person, and she has always made me be thankful for life, and my quality of life. Her advice to me about being a model was always be yourself, be happy, never do something that you don't want to do.'
Georgia May was just 16 when she first walked for Vivienne Westwood, and three years on she heads campaigns for Rimmel, Versace, Chanel and Hudson jeans, with whom she has a [pounds sterling]1 million deal and for whom she is routinely photographed wearing nothing but mid-rise denim and lots of hair. But she doesn't just want to be a model. 'I would like to do all kinds of things: photography and art and designing; I want to help do charity things for animals and things like that.' She recently returned to Richmond to move back in with her mother and her 13-year-old brother Gabriel ('My friends are always like, "Richmond is not London, it's the countryside!" But I'm like, "It is, it is on the District Line.') after six months in New York's East Village with her sister Lizzie, studying art, philosophy and photography; 'I loved New York, but I missed my dog, my mum and my friends.' She has just designed a range of jeans for Hudson inspired by Slash from Guns'n'Roses and her mother's early Southern style. 'She was always telling me stories about how she and her four sisters would buy men's jeans and starch them so they stood up by themselves and then pull them on so they could get on their horses and ride 20 miles to the rodeo on Saturday night, which was the only thing to do. …