When Jean Paul Gaultier paid “tribute” to Amy Winehouse during Paris Fashion Week, Winehouse’s family was not pleased. Her father said, “It portrays a view of Amy when she was not at her best, and glamorizes some of the more upsetting times in her life.” Though I love Jean Paul Gaultier and I thought the fashion show was extraordinary, I agree that it bordered on bad taste. Most people remember Amy Winehouse’s fashion choices during her least stable time period. And in hopes of remembering her when she was at her best, I’ve posted a vintage interview below. And as an aside — Amy Winehouse was fucking brilliant. To see pictures from the fashion show, click here.
Russell Brand has been very vocal about his own struggles with addiction, so his open tribute to her was especially moving. I’ve posted a few choice quotes below. To read his entire letter, click here.
- “When you love someone who suffers from the disease of addiction you await the phone call. There will be a phone call. The sincere hope is that the call will be from the addict themselves, telling you they’ve had enough, that they’re ready to stop, ready to try something new. Of course though, you fear the other call, the sad nocturnal chime from a friend or relative telling you it’s too late, she’s gone. Frustratingly it’s not a call you can ever make it must be received. It is impossible to intervene.”
- “Winehouse and I shared an affliction, the disease of addiction. All addicts, regardless of the substance or their social status share a consistent and obvious symptom; they’re not quite present when you talk to them. They communicate to you through a barely discernible but un-ignorable veil.”
- “It was only by chance that I attended a Paul Weller gig at the Roundhouse that I ever saw her live. I arrived late and as I made my way to the audience through the plastic smiles and plastic cups I heard the rolling, wondrous resonance of a female vocal. Entering the space I saw Amy on stage with Weller and his band; and then the awe. The awe that envelops when witnessing a genius . . . . She wasn’t just some hapless wannabe, yet another pissed up nit who was never gonna make it, nor was she even a ten-a-penny-chanteuse enjoying her fifteen minutes. She was a f**king genius.”
- “Now Amy Winehouse is dead, like many others whose unnecessary deaths have been retrospectively romanticized, at 27 years old. Whether this tragedy was preventable or not is now irrelevant. It is not preventable today. We have lost a beautiful and talented woman to this disease.”