She was all over the place this season! While not quite as dead-ringer-ish as Gucci Fall RTW ’08 (best. ever.), I was getting vibes from her all over the runways. I imagined her giggling into her Mongolian fur-trimmed coat collar at the shows this February, with fingers covered in rings and a pocket full of ‘ludes.
Here are some of her favorite looks, as would be scribbled in purple ink on the thigh of her jeans; in some cases, attributed to theoretical scenarios. Because I’m a day dreamer.
For dark moments of near-overdoses in NYC:
For a party with “just… real Topeka people, man”:
For hanging backstage and putting eyeliner on Russell:
Drinks with Bowie:
Excess in the Pan Am lounge, pre-flight to Morocco:
“We don’t have intercourse with these guys, we inspire the music. We’re here… because of the music.”:
Dancing alone in an auditorium to Cat Stevens:
“There is no Morocco, there’s never been a Morocco!”:
Just goes to show she lives on in so many ways. I’m so grateful a film like that could come along and immortalize a mood so perfectly. Because we should all be able to swallow our tears, put on a smile and say, “What kind of beer?” She wore her heart on her sleeve, and dressed with emotion and authenticity.
[All images courtesy Style.com.]
[Tiny Dancer, courtesy Almost Famous.]