A vast majority of my RSS feeds (I’m still trying to figure out how this is a dead technology and Facebook and Twitter can replace it) are food (personal) or ecommerce-related (work).
I wouldn’t say that the unveiling of a statue of Simon Le Bon’s wife fits into either category, but there it was this morning.
The Le Bons will be celebrating 25 years of marriage next month. That is a long time.
It is Nick’s wedding photo, though, that I remember in all its mauveness. At the time, I couldn’t imagine a more perfect look.
Also, I always remember Simon Le Bon’s birthday, October 27, because it was also my father’s. Not the same year, of course.
Photo from Jewels from the Roving Stove, Julie Ann Rhodes’ blog.
P.S. This is an absolutely fascinating blog (I just got sucked into it for way longer than appropriate) for anyone who as a pre-teen was obsessed with the wives and girlfriends of rock stars. They were always models, lucky, hopelessly exotic and seemingly so adult despite being in their early 20s. I knew the only way I’d have a chance with a member of Duran Duran would be if I became a model, but I was an inch shy of the minimum height requirement (because you know the only thing keeping me from being a model was my lack of height). Each night I’d pray that I’d grow. At some point I did hit 5’8” and yet fame did not come calling. In the late’90s I stayed home because it was a weeknight and I was being diligent when I could’ve been out with a friend who got herself invited to a party with Nick and Simon and Nick told her he liked her skirt and Simon was asking for Quaaludes, which I didn’t even know were still at thing. Such regrets…
But yes, it’s strange and wonderful to be 38 and reading about a 50-year-old LA personal chef and ex-wife of an ‘80s rock star whom I admired very much. Old personal photos abound. She reminisces about her wedding to Nick, their daughter’s birthdays over the years (she wanted to go to Pizza Hut for her 11th) and takes food photos in restaurants, offers Thanksgiving recipes and videos about making Keith Haring-inspired gingerbread cookies with her now-grown daughter who is completely unglamorous and normal looking. This is what the internet was built for.
Now go listen to The Vaselines' I Hate the '80s