Studio 54 Made Halloween In Hollywood Look

My Mom Was A Phoenix Who Always Expected To Rise Again From The Ashes Of Her Latest Disaster... She Loved Being Judy Garland.

In June 1968, Five Days Before My Mother's Forty -sixth Birthday, The World Fell Apart Again. Sirhan Sirhan Shot Bobby Kennedy, Who Died The Next Day. Why Were People Shooting All The Kennedys? Had The Country Gone Mad?

Living In Continual Chaos Is Exhausting, Frightening. The Catch Is That It's Also Very Addictive.

The Eyebrow Pencil And False Eyelashes Were Essential; My Mother Didn't Feel Dressed Without Them.

To Me, Being Grown-up Meant Smoking Cigarettes, Drinking Cocktails, And Dressing Up In High Heels And Glamourous Outfits.