The shoes Rebecca Harding has worn to death, and what she'll buy next
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Can you remember a favourite outfit you wore as a child? When I was four, I was obsessed with a little navy-blue check dress with red hearts on the skirt and puff sleeves.
What was your first fashion moment? Playing dress-ups in my grandma's wardrobe as a child. She travelled a lot and collected pieces from all over the world. My sister and I would play around with the silk headscarves, furs, Italian leather – it was a treasure trove.
And your worst fashion mistake? A few years ago, I wore a pair of Christian Louboutin 'So Kate' stilettos for a full-day event and lost feeling in my foot for about a month afterwards. I haven't worn them since. I tried to resell them, but I think everyone's got the memo.
What shoes do you wear most often? A pair of Hermès 'Chypre' shearling slides that have been worn to death. I can't repurchase them because they're always sold out.
What's on your wish list? Dries Van Noten '70s-style suede sneakers.
Is there something you would never wear? Never say never. I would've said skinny jeans, but they're making a comeback. I love the look of them with a tall, flat riding boot – I just haven't found the right pair yet.
Is there a current trend you like? I'm loving that boho is back – the paisley prints and floaty dresses. Chloe's Winter 2025 show was so beautiful, and we haven't really played in that sort of style for a few years.
Who's your favourite fashion icon? I'm loving Daisy Edgar-Jones' vibe. In fact, I was almost convinced to cut a fringe.
What do you wear on a typical working day? If I'm in the office it'll be a jean, oversized white shirt with a fun lacy bra underneath and 'Tabi' ballet flats.
What's your favourite off-duty, casual Sunday look? I'll be in a Skims tracksuit, walking our dog Henrietta and going for breakfast with Andy.
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Much of this comes from frank discussions with her siblings, her stepmum, her mother's former press secretary and an examination of family photos, videos and other documents that have been packed away in storage for decades. While the first half of the film is very much an exploration of Jayne's life and legacy, the back half of the film is much more focused on Hargitay's understanding of her own identity. Here she shares publicly for the first time that Mickey Hargitay - the man she grew up believing was her father, and revered her whole life until his death in 2006 - was not actually her biological father. He always considered himself her dad, and raised her as such, but another man actually fathered Mariska - an Italian-Brazilian performer named Nelson Sardelli. If the film wasn't delivered with such truth and trust, you'd never believe the way a 25-year-old Hargitay found out about Sardelli. It sounds, appropriately, like something cooked up by a Hollywood writer. But it is true, and at the end of the film Hargitay introduces us - the viewers and the world - into her other family, featuring her biological father and two half sisters. Many tears are shed in My Mom Jayne. From the filmmaker herself, from her siblings (especially when they recall the horror accident), from her stepmom and the Sardelli family, but also from the watching audience. It's near impossible to finish this film with a dry eye. The streaming service Max might've only just arrived in Australia - and will soon be renamed (again) HBO Max - but it's worth signing up just for this film. You don't need to know anything about Mariska Hargitay or Jayne Mansfield to enjoy this documentary. My Mom Jayne is a tender, moving, vulnerable film allowing the Law and Order: SVU actress to reclaim her mother's story and, in the process, reclaim her own. Hargitay, director and narrator of the film, tells us early on that she has nearly no memories of her mother. Jayne Mansfield was only 34 years old when she died in a horrific car accident. Mariska, aged three, and two of her siblings were in the backseat when the accident happened, and all survived, but their mum, her partner and their driver all died. It's a piece of Hollywood history that lives alongside the likes of Marilyn Monroe's death and James Dean's fatal car crash. But there's so much more to Jayne Mansfield than her perfect pin-up image and "dumb blonde" big screen roles. She was a mother of five and spoke nearly as many languages. She was gifted with the violin and the piano, and was a savvy public relations strategist. But she was also a woman who lost her father at five years old, became a mother for the first time at 16 years old and struggled to achieve the kind of consideration as a serious actress that she desperately craved. Hargitay, having no real memory or understanding of her mother as a person and not just a famous figure, often struggled with her public image. She felt ashamed of this character her mother played for the masses, with a soft and childlike voice and her figure constantly on show. Her image as a sexpot was something Hargitay hated, and made sure to avoid at all costs in her own career. But in making the film, she discovered so much more about the woman behind the Jayne Mansfield mystique. Much of this comes from frank discussions with her siblings, her stepmum, her mother's former press secretary and an examination of family photos, videos and other documents that have been packed away in storage for decades. While the first half of the film is very much an exploration of Jayne's life and legacy, the back half of the film is much more focused on Hargitay's understanding of her own identity. Here she shares publicly for the first time that Mickey Hargitay - the man she grew up believing was her father, and revered her whole life until his death in 2006 - was not actually her biological father. He always considered himself her dad, and raised her as such, but another man actually fathered Mariska - an Italian-Brazilian performer named Nelson Sardelli. If the film wasn't delivered with such truth and trust, you'd never believe the way a 25-year-old Hargitay found out about Sardelli. It sounds, appropriately, like something cooked up by a Hollywood writer. But it is true, and at the end of the film Hargitay introduces us - the viewers and the world - into her other family, featuring her biological father and two half sisters. Many tears are shed in My Mom Jayne. From the filmmaker herself, from her siblings (especially when they recall the horror accident), from her stepmom and the Sardelli family, but also from the watching audience. It's near impossible to finish this film with a dry eye. The streaming service Max might've only just arrived in Australia - and will soon be renamed (again) HBO Max - but it's worth signing up just for this film.
