Don't Bend It Like The Beckhams
I didn’t know the Beckhams had three sons and one daughter. I also didn’t know that their eldest is named Brooklyn Beckham, or that he is, depending on the bio you are reading, a photographer, a model, and a media personality. I was blissfully unaware of all of this until a family feud began surfacing on my Instagram feed, at which point I learned, somewhat against my will, that he is married to Nicola Peltz.
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And who, exactly, is Nicola Peltz? I had to Google her to confirm that she does, in fact, have film credits. No shade, just verification. I don’t follow celebrities like scripture, but I follow enough to notice when someone’s cultural footprint expands suddenly. In this case, it seems undeniable that both Brooklyn and Nicola have garnered far more attention from their very public tension with Victoria Beckham and David Beckham than from their individual careers.
This is not shocking. The Beckhams are among the most meticulously managed families of the modern celebrity era. David is no longer a global football idol in motion, and Victoria retired her pop persona long ago to become the creative force behind a fashion house built on restraint, discipline, and polish. Image has always been their currency. Cohesion is their brand.
Growing up in a family where image is paramount, where perception is aligned and curated, cannot have been all rainbows and unicorns. Individual space, whether physical, mental, or emotional, tends to narrow in households where the family itself is a public facing product. That said, Brooklyn is now twenty six years old. He chose a public life. To criticize his parents for managing the very image that sustains him feels, at best, inconsistent.
After all, how interesting is Brooklyn Beckham without the Beckham name? Would he have access to fashion houses, magazine covers, and endless creative reinventions if his parents had not spent decades constructing and protecting the family brand? It is an uncomfortable question, but a necessary one.
Perhaps Brooklyn did not fully recognize how controlling his parents could be until he fell in love. Perhaps Victoria felt a flicker of jealousy watching her son redirect loyalty elsewhere. Or perhaps her instincts, maternal or managerial, sensed something she did not trust. None of this would be particularly unusual. It is simply rare to see it unfold so publicly.
One of the incidents Brooklyn reportedly offered as evidence of his mother’s hostility toward his wife was Victoria’s alleged failure to help Nicola with a dog in need of rescue. Not the rupture itself, but one of the moments that preceded it. Still, the expectation is curious. Are Brooklyn and Nicola, both financially secure adults, incapable of assisting a dog themselves? Nicola’s father, Nelson Peltz, is a billionaire. Why, exactly, did this situation require Victoria Beckham to intervene?
Then there is the wedding dress. I do not find it difficult to believe that Victoria Beckham agreed and later declined to design Nicola’s gown. Minds change. Timelines shift. What I do find difficult to swallow is the insistence that this happened at the last minute. Does Brooklyn truly believe no one reading this has ever worked in fashion? Pierpaolo Piccioli does not simply conjure a Valentino haute couture wedding dress overnight, especially not for a globally scrutinized event with every fashion editor watching. The framing of last minute felt less like fact and more like theater. Amateur, even.
There are, of course, allegations about Victoria dancing inappropriately with Brooklyn at the wedding. I was not there. I have no footage. On that matter, I have nothing to say.
Brooklyn may have been hurt by how his parents felt about Nicola. Nicola may have felt wounded if moments meant to belong to the couple were overshadowed. At times, it may even have felt as though his parents were undermining the relationship. All of that is plausible.
But I cannot help but wonder.
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