Bryan Ferry certainly wanted to marry her. Then Mick Jagger, an even bigger rock star, stole her away
He married her eventually but by then Jerry had learned that even her kind of breathtaking, smack-you-in-theface gorgeousness has its limitations. Her beauty did not protect her from Jagger’s almost pathological unfaithfulness, nor from the pain it caused her, right from the early days of her relationship.
Sources (daily mail –Telegraph –Express.co.uk.)
She would come home from modelling assignments to find things lying around which did not belong to her. “And then I’d start finding things next to the bed like earrings or a ring. It was obvious.”
By 1979, she writes: ‘Mick wasn’t touring and had too much time on his hands. He started going out a lot without me.
‘He would say he had a meeting and then call to say it was running late.’He had been linked with several girls in the gossip columns, but he denied it, of course.’ Despite the evidence, Jagger always lied about his affairs. “He denied everything to the last end”
The death knell finally sounded on her marriage in 1999 when it emerged that Jagger, with whom she’d had four children, had fathered a child by another woman.
The couple met in 1977, while Jagger was still married to Bianca Pérez-Mora Macias and Hall was dating Roxy Music frontman Bryan Ferry.
Bryan was at the height of his fame when I arrived in London ahead of the shoot in summer 1975. I loved Roxy Music and thought Bryan had the most beautiful voice, heartbreakingly touching and sexy. One look at his elegant, handsome face and I forgot all about New York.
On my first night in London, he took me out to dinner in a black Jaguar with leather seats. When he shifted gears, his hand almost brushed my knees – there was a lot of chemistry between us. The album photoshoot was in Wales, where we stayed in a little seaside hotel.
After dinner, I went to bed and curled my hair for the following day’s work. I was tucked up in bed in my nightdress when Bryan knocked on my door. I let him in and got back under the covers, embarrassed.
In the summer of 1976, Mick Jagger asked me and my fiance Bryan Ferry out to dinner. Bryan was flattered by his attention, but I could also see Mick was smitten with me.
It couldn’t have been nice for Bryan. At the end of the evening, Mick brushed his leg next to mine. I felt an electric jolt.
After that Mick would turn up at our house. He was so different to Bryan; he’d be jumping around and joking, and Bryan would get edgy. Once, Mick started chasing me around a table-tennis table, trying to kiss me. Bryan came in and chased him out.
Mick began leaving messages on our answering machine, saying: ‘Hi, Bryan, let’s go out again.’ But Bryan said to me: ‘I’m never going out with him again. All he did was ogle you.’
From that moment, Mick laid siege to me, sending me flowers and getting me invited to dinners where he would be seated next to me. I was flattered. I started an affair with him on the condition that it would be over at the end of the summer when Bryan came back from his tour.
I told Mick I could only see him every other day. It was a futile attempt to protect my heart because I was falling in love with him.
Mick and I saw each other discreetly for the rest of the summer. For my 21st birthday in July, he gave me an exquisite pair of diamond hoop antique earrings.
When summer ended, we said a tearful goodbye. Bryan was due back the next day. I felt confused, but when Bryan arrived I was happy to see him. He gave me a beautiful emerald bracelet for the birthday he had missed.
Time after Brian knew the liason and said: “Stop lying. I read about you and Mick in the papers.” He was not the forgiving type.’
I hoped I could forget about Mick and make a fresh start with Bryan. We moved to Los Angeles, but I was terrified he would find out what I had been up to.
One night Bryan and I had dinner with Prince Rupert Loewenstein, the Rolling Stones’ financial adviser. When Bryan was out
I felt horribly torn. I missed Mick – I knew what we had wasn’t over yet. I wanted to end it with Bryan, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I went to Paris and as soon as I saw Mick I knew I wanted to be with him. After the shows, we went to Morocco for a holiday. I told Bryan I had a modelling job.
Bryan took me leaving him badly, refusing to give back my clothes and possessions. I had left a book by the bed called The Mists Of Avalon, about druids. Bryan wrote a beautiful album called Avalon, but he never spoke to me again.