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.