It's probably redundant to note that the world today is obsessed with fame. Having the paparazzi in hot pursuit, finding your face plastered over just about every form of media, having your own 'reality' television show is the dernier cri of the hoi polloi.
At one time, you had to earn fame by actually doing something worthy of comment, not just having a pretty face, a famous boyfriend/girlfriend, or being the flavor of the month. The publicity machine rattles on noisily in every corner of the planet, and whoever can afford it, well, ping! - now you're famous! Nothing to do with whether you really have what it takes to make a difference and earn that fame.
Once upon a time, I was a press agent for two major record labels among other publicity jobs here in Hollywood, so excuse me for having a little inside knowledge of how the star-maker machinery is stoked. And how it can suddenly run out of control and claim victims. Like the fated moth, L'Wren Scott was dancing too near the flame. And it consumed her.
For 13 years or so, L'Wren, an adopted child of a Mormon family in Utah, was the constant companion of Mick Jagger. Another statuesque beauty - 6' 3" to his maybe 5' 9" - (like his ex-wife Jerry Hall), L'Wren fought her way up from relative obscurity and, capitalizing on her stunning good looks and knowledge of fashion and design, established herself in New York and Hollywood society. Her reward? Movie star clients, a jet-set lifestyle, and a luxury New York apartment, purchased for her by Mick, where she hanged herself last week, after a dizzying plunge into financial problems that completely overwhelmed her.
She proudly sported a diamond as big as the Ritz, his promise to her that they were bonded, but he wouldn't marry her. Based on Mick's marriage history, not surprising, but L'Wren hung in despite his skittishness.
Mick bought the apartment for her, but she took out a second mortgage without his knowledge, to try and right the capsizing ship of her fashion career. He was not very pleased. They had words. And he went off on a tour of Australia, without healing the breach between them, or apparently recognizing how desperate she was.
Was she punishing him with her lonely death in the deluxe apartment in the sky? He's canceled all concerts until the fall, and a battle is ensuing between her Mormon family in Utah, and Mick, over L'Wren's final resting place. My guess, for now, she'll rest here in Los Angeles, in a burial plot he's paying for, in another attempt to assuage his own conscience, the selection of which he is leaving to his oldest daughter Karis, (with singer Marsha Hunt.)
The best revenge is living well, L'Wren. And good lawyers.
(Photo: Karis touring cemeteries in Los Angeles.)