Three Years After Amy Winehouse Died, I’m Still Thinking About Her
I knew, like Winehouse, that I was No Good, but I insisted, as she did, on my own right to choose not to be. Both times I met Amy Winehouse, it struck me as amazing she hadn’t died already. She was 25, and I remember her dimunitive, emaciated, beehive-topped body reminding me of Marion Cotillard’s […]