VANESSA-MAE

We’d like this poly­math to take us off-piste

London Evening Standard (West End Final B) - ES Magazine - - Talk Of The Town - By Lotte Jeffs

We’ve had our eye on Vanessa-Mae, the Sin­ga­porean-Bri­tish vi­olin prodigy, since her Blue Peter de­but, when Crush was a sim­i­larly pre­co­cious pre-teen with far less mu­si­cal tal­ent ( but just as good vel­vet jack­ets). It wasn’t cool to like her, but we per­se­vered — con­vinced that she would one day emerge into a beau­ti­ful-slash-pop­u­lar swan. And she did, pos­ing to­p­less in an­gel wings and cre­at­ing an en­tirely new sub-genre that no one knew they needed — clas­si­cal techno. Who didn’t go to a rave in a Hert­ford­shire for­est and dance on a tree stump to her Vi­valdi remix? Sud­denly Vanessa-Mae was of­fi­cially Sexy, and we were old enough to fancy her prop­erly, not just wish she’d in­vite us round to watch Daw­son’s Creek and braid our hair. She fell off the radar a few years ago when we thought she was Myleene Klass, but now we are back be­hind her as she slaloms into the lat­est turn in her ‘Who, me? Oh, I’m just one of those peo­ple who are good at ev­ery­thing’ ca­reer, by be­com­ing an Olympic skier. For Thai­land. Sure she’s ranked 3,166th in the world and yes, she only got a place in the

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