The Heady Scent of Meth Sores
I will refrain from describing the bottom notes
Under the guidance of her dad Mitch, Amy Winehouse is set to become the latest celebrity to launch her own perfume range. According to the Daily Star:
“Mitch is keen to license Amy’s name to a perfume house. He has been in talks with manufacturers and contacted PR firms for advice. They want it to reflect her style with a classic smoky 1950s look and smell. Amy is keen to expand her brand and wants to latch on to the celeb perfumes bandwagon while she can.”
WHAT.THE.HELL? Come on, Mitch. Wake the fuck up. The only “brand” Amy has right now is Marlboro Reds. Don’t you think that maybe you should work on the whole image thing a little more before you start trying to milk your cash cow? When I think of Amy right now, I don’t think of the hugely talented young woman with a quirky, kitschy retro style. I think of a half-dressed, unwashed skank wandering the streets of Chelsea at 3AM looking for a light for her crack pipe, and that Amy doesn’t evoke associations of pleasant smells.
Work on taking Amy:
From this, back to this
We’ll thank you. She’ll thank you, and ultimately her talents will bring you the millions of pounds you seem to care most about.
After the jump, a reminder of the talent she’s squandered.
Amy ca. 2003 on Jools Holland.