Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
My first blog post is dedicated to the hauntingly beautiful, elegant, sultry Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, for being one my biggest inspirations. Listening to your music has made me and countless others feel less alone. Thank you for showing me that beauty can exist even in the darkest of tragedies. That all good things are wild and free. To be a woman means you can be anything you want to be. A girl can be classy just as much as she is raunchy. When I first heard your voice, I was shocked to my soul. “Video Games” was the very first song I heard on Tumblr, which brought me to the infamous Youtube video. And I replayed it over, and over, and over. It was like, you knew me.
Through your discography, I was able to explore all my wildest fantasies and embrace them unapologetically. I would make my flower crowns and throw on vintage pearls, dancing to all your songs with so much life flowing from me at the soft age of 19. Right around the time when I was transitioning from a reckless teenager to young adult. From that West Coast pride to the old Hollywood glamour in which I escaped reality from so many times over… My admiration and love for you will never fade.
I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean…
And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying…
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.