From the April 07, 2003 issue of New York Magazine
There were so many reasons we couldn’t take our eyes off them.
HEYDAY: early eighties
First to parlay her “It”-ness into a talk show—and a diet candy line called Starcaps.
HEYDAY: late nineties
Boom-era Park Avenue princess.
HEYDAY: this very instant
Such impeccable downtown cred that she waltzed with Basquiat when she was still teething.
HEYDAY: hanging with Calvin in the eighties
Wisecracking, chain-smoking, social-climbing. We hope we’re still around when her novel comes out.
HEYDAY: 1994 profile in The New Yorker
Lapped up by everyone from Jay McInerney to Larry Clark, she managed to pull off skate-kid glamour while still living with Mom in Darien.
Peddled cocktail-party existentialism to the city’s afraid-to-settle singles. Who needs a husband in this town (even if she finally got one)?
HEYDAY: grooving in the “Uptown Girl” video in 1983
Shiksa fantasy for all Long Island boys, including Billy Joel.
HEYDAY: circa 1977
Marries Mick wearing le smoking by YSL, comes to New York, and rules the night—trotting into Studio 54 on horseback.
HEYDAY: circa 1978
Doe-eyed disco queen.
HEYDAY: circa 1980
“Your hair is beautiful, tonight . . . ” Punk goddess with an angel face.
HEYDAY: circa American Gigolo
That fabulous gap . . .
HEYDAY: 1970, singing with Barry Manilow at the Continental Baths
When she sang, the boys stopped cruising.