Celebrities become excluded from everyday life, kind of in exile in an echelon that is deemed better, anyway: Life of celebrity, all the fame and glamor.
I believe in a set of values I cannot live by. I set high goals for myself, I seek perfection, dream of exotic faraway places. But ultimately, what I long for isn't far away at all. It's in my own backyard. Imperfection charms me, familiar things move me. . . a celebration of what we have, instead of what we long for. That for me, is glamor.
There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers' wives.
For me there was never a lot of glamor involved in being a junkie, it was about trying to hide the puke and bloodstains on my shirt.
I've always been obsessed with style and glamor and if I want anyone to get anything out of my book, it's how we can all have them in our lives.