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 Name. Poppy Delilah Belvedere
Age. Twenty
Occupation. Professional Party Goer / Planner
Birthplace. Greenwich, London, England
Current Location. Manhattan, New York
Contact. pureiy poppy
Marital Status. Toby Vaughn
Biography. For some reason, I've finally felt like writing a biography of sorts. Of course this is just personal and I will refuse to let any wandering eyes fall upon this entry, but for my own personal benefit, I wanted to record myself today, right now.
The Past. So I was born on August 14, 1987 in Greenwich, England. So far so boring, right? The only extraordinary part of my Polish and English heritage, is the fact that my father, Jonas, is the heir to the Belvedere Vodka empire. It's quite amusing that out of everyone in my family, he was the chosen one. However, it could be because he's the only Belvedere child (out of seven) of his generation to NOT have been in rehab at any point. Which brings me to another point. My mother, Morgan. How in the WORLD she got married to my father, I will never understand. They're polar opposites: Father is mentally stuck in the sixties and continues to rehash his days at Woodstock when he can. He's fifty-something, and his mid-back length ponytail is almost all silver. Mother on the other hand is only forty-two and I think has been under the knife more times than Goldie Hawn and Pamela Anderson combined. Her birth certificate says one thing, while her face shows that of a twenty-eight year old who can't express emotions. Apple, my favorite (and only) older sister, somehow is the only sane one left in our family. How she managed that one, I will never understand. And yes, I am aware that she has the same name as Chris & Gwen's daughter, but clearly, my parents thought of it first. Oh, that's another funny thing. My parents have such different views on EVERYTHING and therefore had to compromise when Mother got knocked up with Apple. Father wanted us out of the limelight, but he got to name us (hence the hippy loving names) and insisted we get a college education. Mother desperately wanted us IN the limelight, so she taught us manners and shoved us onto the red carpet... so Apple and I are the faces of Belvedere Vodka.
The Present. So, as I briefly mentioned, Apple and I are Belvedere Vodka. And, as we grew up in the UK, we are both legally able to drink and so putting us on the past year's advertisements has made us internationally recognisable. It's actually kind of amusing because we've been compared to the US' Hilton sisters... only less trashy. (At least in their eyes). Us Brits have some sort of stigma that regardless of our actions, we are still considered classy and they overlook our faults... except that damn Hugh. Prostitues are ALWAYS a horrendous idea.
Holding part of my father's bargain, I am a Uni student but I grew tired of London and its scene so I transferred to Columbia to continue my Experimental Psychology major. Now, Experimental Psychology... what is it, you ask. Someday, if I ever am forced to get a real job and Father decides to not let his precious blonde daughters be his heiresses, I will work in some sort of lab and perform tests on volunteer subjects. No, I am not going to inject anyone with anything... it's more or less just recording their reactions as their senses are tested. Buuut as I RARELY attend classes anyway, I doubt I will ever have to really worry about that all. Ha, I've never worked a day in my life and I certainly don't think I will ever.
So back to BV... Apple and I got sucked into the harsh realities of "the surreal life" and, though she escaped for the most part, I am thoroughly enjoying the parties, premieres, events, booze, rich & famous. I recently got out of a relationship with one of Britain's top teeny-bopper Pop artists and all of that bullocks has been running through the tabloids lately, which I am personally sick of. If I am going to be recognised, I want it to be for something I've done or some gorgeous designer outfit I've worn. So my values are a little skewd. I'm frigging 20 years old and whoever wants to judge me can go sod off.
The Future. I have no idea what is in store for me, but I am looking for some Yank friends who can show this insatiable party girl a good time. No inhibitions... there is nothing I won't try once. Oh, and as for whatever the paparazzi has to throw at me? Father doesn't believe in mass media and Mother loves the publicity, good or bad. So go ahead, America. Try and stop me.
Love and kisses,
Poppy Delilah Belvedere
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