oscar, oscar, who's got the oscar?
To be honest, gang, I could not care fucking less about the Oscars. I don't watch the Oscars (or any other awards shows, for that matter). I used to like the Oscars but only in the sense that I usually went to see all the films that would get nominated. But even then, I didn't usually watch the broadcast of the event. I'd look at the headline in the morning paper instead.
Back in the mid- 90s, if I was hanging out drinking and a TV set was on hand (you'd be surprised how often I was hanging out drinking and a TV set would be on hand), I at least enjoyed watching the red carpet stuff on E! with Joan Rivers & her daughter. But you know what, in my humble opinion, so few celebrities have any sense of real style anymore. They wear pretty clothes but it always looks as though they don't have any real strong sense of personal style, you know? They either like to shock for the sake of shock, or they look like un-evolved mannequins. So it kind of bores me.
When I was 11 years old, going on 12, and saw photos of Bianca Jagger for the first time, man -- now that was style. She was unbelievable. I'd never seen a more exotic-looking woman in my life. Of course, I had only been on Earth for a little bit over a decade and hadn't really spent much time outside of Ohio, but still. She was so unusually beautiful in my opinion. She became my role model for personal style from then on. Throughout the 1970s, I positively lived for each new issue of VOGUE.
I guess she spoiled me b/c no one can ever really come close to her sense of style. She was an original who was very much molded by her cultural era. (I'm talking about her like she's dead, but she's not!)
Here's a photo of her from 1971 on her wedding day in St. Tropez, when she got married to Mick:
Back in the mid-1980s, when I worked at MoMA, I worked a very private lunch that the President of the museum was having for Bianca and a few other rich, high profile people, and I couldn't believe how tiny she was. By then, she'd gotten kind of severe looking; she didn't look happy at all. But those were rough times in NYC; everyone imaginable was dying from AIDS. But as she was leaving the room, I stood back at a (very) polite distance, just because I wanted to watch her, you know? She had been such a profound influence on me when I was growing up and I simply couldn't believe that was her, and that I was so much taller than she was (because in my little world in Ohio, she had been larger than life), or even that I was living in Manhattan and working at the Museum of Modern Art. It was kind of surreal. And right at that moment, she looked directly at me. I was so startled by this that I don't know if I even managed to smile. I wanted to say, "Oh my god, you were everything to me," but her gaze was so dark & intense that it was kind of paralyzing. I was speechless. I didn't say anything at all.
Back in the mid- 90s, if I was hanging out drinking and a TV set was on hand (you'd be surprised how often I was hanging out drinking and a TV set would be on hand), I at least enjoyed watching the red carpet stuff on E! with Joan Rivers & her daughter. But you know what, in my humble opinion, so few celebrities have any sense of real style anymore. They wear pretty clothes but it always looks as though they don't have any real strong sense of personal style, you know? They either like to shock for the sake of shock, or they look like un-evolved mannequins. So it kind of bores me.
When I was 11 years old, going on 12, and saw photos of Bianca Jagger for the first time, man -- now that was style. She was unbelievable. I'd never seen a more exotic-looking woman in my life. Of course, I had only been on Earth for a little bit over a decade and hadn't really spent much time outside of Ohio, but still. She was so unusually beautiful in my opinion. She became my role model for personal style from then on. Throughout the 1970s, I positively lived for each new issue of VOGUE.
I guess she spoiled me b/c no one can ever really come close to her sense of style. She was an original who was very much molded by her cultural era. (I'm talking about her like she's dead, but she's not!)
Here's a photo of her from 1971 on her wedding day in St. Tropez, when she got married to Mick:
Back in the mid-1980s, when I worked at MoMA, I worked a very private lunch that the President of the museum was having for Bianca and a few other rich, high profile people, and I couldn't believe how tiny she was. By then, she'd gotten kind of severe looking; she didn't look happy at all. But those were rough times in NYC; everyone imaginable was dying from AIDS. But as she was leaving the room, I stood back at a (very) polite distance, just because I wanted to watch her, you know? She had been such a profound influence on me when I was growing up and I simply couldn't believe that was her, and that I was so much taller than she was (because in my little world in Ohio, she had been larger than life), or even that I was living in Manhattan and working at the Museum of Modern Art. It was kind of surreal. And right at that moment, she looked directly at me. I was so startled by this that I don't know if I even managed to smile. I wanted to say, "Oh my god, you were everything to me," but her gaze was so dark & intense that it was kind of paralyzing. I was speechless. I didn't say anything at all.
My mom swears up and down that I am not named after Bianca Jagger, but if you think that I was conceived in 1979 I secretly believed that she must have been influenced at least on subconcious level. The only downside is because my last name starts with a "Ja" sound I've had people accidentally call me Bianca Jagger on several occasions by mistake. Beats "Beyonce" (my other celebrity misnomer) though!
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you could be named after worse people, that's for sure!!
My adoptive father told me, back when I was 11 years old, that he named me after Marilyn Monroe. But no one else was in the room when he told me that -- like he didn't want anyone else to know; it was his little secret.
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