Early Life and Youth
Born at Coppins, a country house in Iver, Buckinghamshire, Lady Helen is the only daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Kent. She was educated at St Mary's School, Wantage, and Gordonstoun. Between 1987 and 1991, Lady Helen worked with the art dealer Karsten Schubert and confessed in a television interview that she had turned down representing artist Damien Hirst.
In her youth, she was tagged with the nickname of Melons owing to her large breasts and was often referred to as the wild child of the Windsors as a result of her active social life and choice of friends. One of her friends, Olivia Channon, the daughter of Paul Channon, Baron Kelvedon, died of a drug overdose while at Oxford. Lady Helen has been quoted as saying that this death and that of another friend served as a wake-up call concerning her own lifestyle choices.
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