Barrister Amal Clooney graced the cover of US Vogue this week and proved conclusively that she’s among the most aspirational women of our time. Brilliant, ambitious, socially conscious, charitable, a leader in her field (that would be international human rights law), fashionable and prosperous enough to employ a nanny to help with her 10-month-old twins, Alexander and Ella. Clooney is also in possession of several properties she shares with husband George (the actor), and an extremely shiny head of hair.
But, nestled among mentions of her philanthropic work, her Oxford education and her forthcoming book on law, which she called “a real page-turner!” and which, I can only conclude was said sarcastically, because, honestly, I’m almost asleep hearing about the book, and it’s not even finished, and even Amal admitted that she is having trouble writing it, because it is so utterly boring.
OK, she didn’t say that out loud because she didn’t need to – we all know it will appeal to approximately .05 per cent of the population, the majority of whom will buy it simply because it carries the surname Clooney.
But anyway, nestled among such anecdotes was one detail that is, as the prosperous might say, a little gauche. It seems that husband George (the actor) has a painting depicting his dog Einstein, a cocker spaniel, as a physics professor at a chalkboard. The dog is now dead and while I hesitate to say he died of shame, I’m sure the painting didn’t help him recover.
No doubt there is more than a dollop of irony involved in such a piece, however, the Clooney’s insurance appraisers failed to see it, reportedly “issuing a pointedly low estimate” on the work.