A reflection on the late Marianne Faithfull: What does it mean to simply keep living, making, and getting older? To do that the “right” way? What does it mean for a woman known for being exquisitely beautiful? A woman who was first only allowed one version of being but refused to be held in amber? A woman constantly called a muse while she was collaborating and making her own work . . .
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