Despite my seething hatred of one Miss Sienna Miller, last night I doused the flames of loathing with large quantities of tea and sat back to watch Factory Girl. In which, much as it gives me acid indigestion to admit it, she was pretty good. Now I'm gonna have to find myself another fashion hooker to despise. Step forward, Lindsay Lohan.
Anyway, Edie Sedgwick. A woman who must be saluted for her massive earrings, and equally massive eyebrows.
Urm, and it seems that was her main achievement in life.
She injected most of her Daddy's money into her tiny backside. What was left over, she spent on clothes. Oh, the clothes. They were beyond fabulous.
Most of the women in Brighton want to be, or think they are, Edie Sedgwick. Walk into any bar and you will see at least six of them, huddled over a martini with a winsome, doll-eyed expression. I suppose I can understand that. She might have been an emotional catastrophe whom most feminists would probably like to give a jolly good talking to, but the woman knew how to dress.
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2008-03-14 @ 22:53