Today I watch Factory Girl today for the eighteenth billion time but this time I decided to do a little research. So we all (should) know who Edie Sedgwick was, a model, socialite, actress, sortakindatillshegotcutoff heiress and most famously Andy Warhole's muse. My first impression on watching this film is who the hall wouldn't want to be Edie she is intruiging, happy-go-lucky and to say the least pulchritudinous. She is a girl with balls and has nothing to hide. As the film progresses you see Edie as this lost and ironically "poor" little rich girl pirouetting into a pool of drugs. As onlookers we look at people like Edie at the downfall of her life as inferior, deficient when really the actions of these people are all causes of their predecessors and of incidents past. Edie Sedgwick suffered sexual abuse from her father from the age of eight, was sent to a psychiatric ward under claims of being dangerous to society and had suffered two suicides by her brothers so can we blame her for getting lost in translation? She may have died a drug addict but she also died a ledgend. Someone who could wear a leotard down the street and transform it into something socially excaptable, someone who could die her hair silver and be followed by thousands of teenagers just dyying to know what it's like to be like Edie. I for one think its sad, her life that is. She was a beautiful, charismatic woman torn apart by vices which she aquired through no means of her own. I strongly suggest having a look at Ciao! Manhattan a beautiful and Insightful documentary on a fragile and intellegant woman. So today I dream of Edie.
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