Some of the fans gathered outside Amy Winehouse’s house yesterday received articles of her clothing, handed out by her father, Mitch. He doled out tank tops (which the British seem to call “vests”), sunglasses, and t-shirts, although luckily nothing creepy like underwear. The assembled fans were overjoyed to receive the lounge clothing of a dead person.
Like, weirdly overjoyed. That’s to be expected, I suppose, of the kind of people who would gladly receive the tank tops of deceased celebs. Some of them are real creepy, though. Like 52-year-old Brigitte Pividal, who said of her red Winehouse tank top, “I will cherish this for the rest of my life.” Or 16-year-old John Gallagher, who doesn’t really need any women’s t-shirts, and who pointed out that his new Amy t-shirts were “very small in size and skinny, like her figure.” Well…duh.
This all gives me the creeps. Is it not totally weird that Amy’s father would hand out her clothing to strangers, after she died a tragic, early death? I understand people’s fascination with, say, Judy Garland’s ruby slippers or Marilyn Monroe’s white dress, but a bunch of tank tops? It’s macabre.