Goodnight Hollywood

As I look through your things, I can't help but think of Hollywood industry kids circa the grunge years. Your Todd Oldham dresses...prized Helmut Lang...Paul Starr's number, along with a contact list of stylists, entertainment lawyers, bar staff and A&R cronies, with their corresponding networking roles...

I don't know how any sane person could find comfort in the life that you led, but you wanted it and you got it. In spades. Maybe you didn't reach the ultimate goal you set for yourself--you didn't seem to care. You constructed the life you always wanted to have and I won't judge you, now that you're gone. You lived your life like a character in a show that existed only in your mind. A world where you and your ilk were all starring players. And you'll never be cancelled.