“Mrs. Sophie Trudeau was clear that on this very important day she wanted to wear Canadian designers. In my capacity as her friend and stylist, as well as someone with deep roots in the Canadian fashion industry, it was my privilege to help her achieve that goal.”
– Jessica Mulroney, Huffington Post, Nov. 6, 2015.
Q. There are rumblings of another project you’re involved in – advising Sophie Grégoire-Trudeau on what to wear. Are you acting as a stylist for her?”
A. “I haven’t talked about it much. People have assumed a lot of things, but I’m not really her stylist.”
– Mulroney Globe and Mail, Mar. 1, 2016.
Pity the PMO’s crack coattail detail, charged with insulating Justin and Sophie from the tireless public proclamations of their self-promoting friends and family.
Barely had they wrung this volte face from Jessica Muldoon, wife of Ben and self-styled stylist to Sophie, when First Brother Alexandre Trudeau starts popping off about Mohamedd Harkat, demanding Public Safety Minister Ralph Goodale kibosh the impugned Algerian’s deportation.
The Globe and Mail, smelling blood, or something, is already sniffing around some of Bro Trudeau’s other political enthusiasms. Those would include his leather-lunged criticism of Israel, a wedge issue the Liberals are keen to stop landing arse-first upon.
Sacha pitched in on Justin’s leadership campaign, but ultimately found the image-crafting ventriloquism of Gerry Butts and company too creepy for comfort and, until this latest outburst, he’d left Justin to the weasels.
Jessica proved an early embarrassment by popping off about her “styling” of Sophie for the PM’s swearing in (courtesy her clients at HBC) and shaking down Birks for that $7K brooch Sophie wore to Buckingham Palace to such boffo promotional effect.
Now she’s been told–bluntly–to shut it. These product placements were getting, it was felt, a soupçon too transactional.
Add to these the loose cannonades of Queen Mum Maggie, who, readers may recall, pre-emptively announced her boy would not be taking up residence at 24 Sussex.
Justin’s handlers must pine for the quiet dignity of Billy Carter or Roger Clinton.