Tamara Ecclestone

Tamara Ecclestone and Jessica Wright Battle for Top Cleavage of the Night in London

I happen to know it was a little chilly last night in London. The young British girl I talked to for $1.99/minute on the phone, let's just call her my 'sure thing', told me last night was particularly nippy in the British capital. At least I think she was referring to the weather. The point is, it was cold, but that did not stop some of the Old Country's finest young exhibitionists from strutting their chestal region stuff last night outside fancy restaurants, including Tamara Ecclestone, the brunette half of the F-1 Racing heiress daughters, and Jessica Wright, of our beloved The Only Way Is Essex reality show.

Talk about instant heating units, these two ladies dropped a couple hot spots on the oglers in the area, braving the chill to warm man a man's cockles and spread the love across the Empire. God save their Queens. Enjoy.

Egotastic! Advice for Women: Never Stand Next to Kelly Brook With Photographers Around

Back in grade school, Mr. Pelopenesis, before he got caught up in what he explained as some innocent cross-border transporting of cigarettes, he taught us kids all about perspective. One time, he has me stand next to Knuckles Tatum, who'd you figure was a big kid based on the name, but he was a little shrimp nicknamed 'Knuckles' because he got caught once in the bathroom... well, never mind. Anyhow, I was taller than Knuckles. I felt good. As good as a mediocre academic student could ever feel in a classrom. Then Mr. Pelopenesis has Big John Bilkey stand next to me, and his nickname was actually just because he was big, and he was much taller than me, to which Mr. P then declared that I was now short. Perspective. Lesson learned.

I've never forgot that lesson, but, apparently, so many women do. It doesn't matter how hot you are, there is always somebody hotter. Accepting this reality is not so important as learning not to let yourself get photographed next to the super hot chick. Really, just don't. So when Kelly Brook stepped into the birthday party on Sunday night for DIY TV guy, Phil Turner's birthday, I could have told the likes of Tamara Ecclestone, not a bad looking billionaire heiress in her own right, or Lizzie Cundy, a veteran hottie we do admire, DO NOT get snapped next to uver-sextastic Kelly Brook, it's all about perspective. Enjoy.

Tamara Ecclestone and Lizzie Cundy Provide Cross-Generations of Pushed-Up Cleavage

Billion-heiress Tamara Ecclestone and TV show hostess Lizzie Cundy had a little battle of the pushed up boobtastic at the Box Club in Soho the other evening, with the winners being all the leering gentleman in the area, as the two brunettes exited the club with their chest proudly on display. The last time we saw Petra, she was getting a limited edition Ferrari delivered to her doorstep, such is the life of a wealthy scion and erstwhile model. (The only thing that gets delivered to my door are overdue payment notices, so, yeah, I'm jealous.) For her part, Lizzie Cundy, former football player wife, showed that there's no good reason a 40-something mom can't get out there cinched up in tight leather and fire off a nice display of the MILF-allure. I mean, if you can't fit into the outfit, that's a good reason not to, but Lizzie Cundy still wears it well. Enjoy.

The Ecclestone Sisters Bring Their Heiress Upskirt Panties Flash Act to Los Angeles

Just to recap the stories of the billion dollar Formula One heiresses:

There's Tamara Ecclestone, the brunette 'model' with the ability to flash full boobtastic with nary a nipple in sight, her brand spanking new fiance, some dude with a yacht, recently bought her a sick limited edition Ferrari and had it delivered to her doorstep. Dick.

And, there's Petra Ecclestone, the blonde, a former lingerie line purveyor turned real estate magnate, who just purchased the $100 million Spelling manion in Holmby Hills, got married in a castle in Rome last week to Sir Douche-A-Lot, who just bought Petra a new Rolls Royce so she wouldn't feel slighted by her sister's Ferrari. Dick.

The two heiress sisters brought their loaded pocketbooks and tagalong man-mates to Los Angeles this weekend to shop and party and drink and basically make the Hilton Sisters cower in the corner sucking slowly on anti-depressant candies. Oh, and when out and about enjoying the local beverages, the Ecclestone sisters did the privilege to their Yank ogling admirers of flashing their panties beneath the various super short dresses they sported all weekend long. Such is their graciousness that I suspect we will be seeing much more, much much more, of these two ladies in the near future. Enjoy.

Tamara Ecclestone Continues Her Nipple-Hiding Black Magic

I have no idea how this heiress continue to defy nippletastic gravity with her bikinis but somehow Tamara Ecclestone has managed to both scientifically surprise, and yet sadly disappoint, all in the same visual offering. Whatever secrets Tamara knows about covering her nipples even against the whimsical nature of the wind and seas, I sure hope she keeps it to herself.

(P.S.  I refuse to talk about how badly I need a yacht.)

Tamara Ecclestone Manages to (Barely) Hide Her Nippletastic During Neverending Yacht Vacation

I'm not sure what Tamara Ecclestone exactly does beside lounge on yachts in the Riviera, and, well, I guess it doesn't really matter because she really does it quite well. A little too well with this odd skill she has of lowering her bikini top to somehow barely cover her nipples, while exposing almost her entire heiress melons to Mother Sun. It's distressing, yet wonderful, all in the same moment. Enjoy.

Petra and Tamara Ecclestone Bikini Pictures for the Yachtsmen in All of Us

What the heck, let's double down with British babes a plenty in barely there bikinis. In this case, my new favorite heiresses, Petra Ecclestone (my fave) and her older sister Tamara Ecclestone, aboard some rich dude's yacht in the South of France, but, of course. As you may know, in my next life I fully intend to come back as a rich dude with a yacht, an ascot, and some smashing blazers. But, for now, I shall relish in an ogle of the sweet bodies and bulging boobtastic of these far superior sisterly scions to the Hiltons of my Tinsel Town world. Enjoy.