Zac Goldsmith - Family and Personal Life

Family and Personal Life

Goldsmith was married for ten years to Sheherazade Ventura-Bentley, with whom he has two daughters, Uma Romaine and Thyra, and a son, James. The couple wed on 5 June 1999, in a ceremony at St Simon Zelotes church in Knightsbridge. The Goldsmiths separated in April 2009 and received a decree nisi on 10 May 2010. The divorce has not yet been finalised. Goldsmith is presently in a relationship with banking heiress Alice Rothschild, whose sister, Kate, is married to Goldsmith's brother Ben.

Goldsmith is an enthusiast of poker. In 2000, he stated that he wore recycled Savile Row suits which had belonged to his late father. Sheherazade and Zac Goldsmith were featured in Vanity Fair's 67th Annual International Best-Dressed List among Best-Dressed Couples.

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