"Are Tinsley and Topper Mortimer getting a divorce?" Radar wondered this afternoon. In an un-bylined item, they quoted an unnamed socialite who said, "[The rumor] is definitely going around … I’ve heard from her friends that it’s happening sooner rather than later." Apparently, "multiple pals of the Park Avenue parvenus" support the claim.
Of course, predictions of the perfect-looking-but-apparently-odd couple’s demise have been popping up for a while now, so it’s hard to say whether or not we should take this most recent one seriously. However, because we can’t resist an excuse to discuss the flashy blonde striver and her reticent prepster, we’ve compiled a sampling of relevant press on the couple. Decide for yourself!
The relationship seemed to be, at the very least, respectful back in November 2006. From Maureen Callahan‘s profile of Ms. Mortimer for the New York Post: "Topper doesn’t like publicity and is rarely seen or photographed with his wife; she refuses to discuss him, citing his desire for privacy."
Less than a year later, it seemed that things were starting to get, uh, tense, at least according to a memorable profile of the couple by The New York Times’ Eric Konigsberg on October 21, 2007. Mr. Mortimer, on his wife’s notoriety: "It’s not necessarily the type of goal that anybody should strive for, going out every night for the sake of self-promotion and getting their pictures taken. And I mean, these are girls who went to good colleges. You would think they’d have something better to do.”
Later, a miffed Ms. Mortimer explained, "Sometimes he forgets, when he’s on this subject, like: ‘I know one of them. That’s my wife.’”
However, the couple seemed determined to overcome their differences:
“I adore her,” he said, affecting reluctance.
She made a pouting face and said, “Adore me, Topper.”
“I don’t care what anyone else thinks,” he said. “If you want to live a certain way, I love you the same. I’ll still be here.”
In a March 1, 2008, profile in Harper’s BAZAAR, Mrs. Mortimer seemed distinctly restless:
"Maybe I just want to do this little gig for as long as my contract lasts and then just step back and be with my dogs and my husband and watch Family Guy. But part of me knows I’ve always needed something big," she says, cuddling her two Chihuahuas, Bebe and Bella. She calls them her babies and readily admits she and Topper are not ready for the real kind.
And then the real trouble started. A March 26, 2008 Page Six item:
GUMS were flapping at the Young Fellows of the Frick Collection midnight breakfast after-party that Tinsley Mortimer and her publicity-shy hubby, Topper, were avoiding each other. Several black-tie and ball-gown gossips tattled to the Post’s Braden Keil that the two arrived separately to the unsold Eric Cohler-designed quadraplex condo at 807 Park Ave. But soon after Topper walked in, his limelight-loving wife was heading for the door. "They didn’t even acknowledge each other," tittered one guest.
And finally, from our very own coverage of the Park Avenue Diet launch party, on June 19th of this year:
Ms. Mortimer was accompanied by her husband, Topper, who has mused publicly about the usefulness of attending Events; he seemed almost relieved when Ms. Mortimer asked him to go fetch a few bags that were apparently downstairs.
“Sorry, my husband,” she said, giving a knowing, slight roll of the eyes and focusing her attention back to the reporter.