The world was rocked by the death of Amy Winehouse, so tragic and perhaps not so surprising given her well documented struggle with addictions. The desperately skinny and tattoed body, was the unlikely home of a this huge and undeniable talent. Amy was a original and I’m truly sorry we will never get to hear her voice again.
We’ve been playing her album at work since her death and I can’t help wondering what would have been her next chapter had she made it through the first. Fashion would have definitely kept courting her. Such was her influence on popular culture that brands from luxury to high-street all wanted to emulate her trademark look. Karl Lagerfeld sent Amy lookalikes, albeit cleaner versions, sashaying down the runway, beehives, red lips and Chanel handbags.
A more recent collaboration with Fred Perry saw her co-designing a collection based on her beloved polo shirts and other mod-style separates. The collection had input from Amy ( a rarity in brand collaborations) and was based around a few of her favourite key pieces. It certainly bore her style mark, if a little cutesy in places. No blood stained ballet shoes to bring things back to reality.
Amy was the antithesis of all the squeaky clean x-factor popstars and she entertained and disgusted in equal measures. We were all voyeurs as the media fed off her demise, who though can forget the way she was ridiculed, goaded and hounded as she sunk deeper and deeper into the abyss - the inevitable journey so many stars make until their lights go prematurely go out. As the toxicology reports have determined and contrary to expectations, drugs were not the cause of her death. The fact she was clean the day she died was her final act of rebellion and sadly the most shocking part of the story.