Trustafarian/youthquaker/all-around "it
girl" of '65 from a mentally unstable paternal lineage, believed by pseudo-
mod teens and twenty-somethings to be something of a demigod, although she was a deplorable actor who could not memorize the most
basic of scripts (in the few Warhol films in which she actually had to act, that is), is believed to have been a pathological
liar, and eventually wound up a strung-out moll of a biker gang before getting married for a very short
time, subsequently dying of an "acute barbiturate overdose" in '71.
Her once again marketable face and name (thanks in part to the 2006 flick, "Factory
Girl") is now slapped across Urban Outfitters, Hottopic, and 80s Purple shirts and totes as far as the eye can see.