I Hope They Have Starbucks In Heaven

L'Wren Scott was so damn tall. That's the first thing you noticed about her. She towered over you in stature and style.

When I was just beginning my career in commercial and music video production, she was already a well-respected and high profile stylist in that realm.

Stylists are famous in their own right. And the big ones are almost rock stars themselves. In New York and Los Angeles, they have a respect and recognition that is definitely all their own. Most of them also have the attitude of a rock star. They are fast-moving, impatient, outrageous at times, demanding snobs. You tolerate them anyway because you can't do what they do. They're needed, they know it, and they exploit it.

L'Wren was not that way. She looked that way, of course. You saw her saunter in, all 6'4" of her, with this raven black hair, alabaster skin, red lips, head to toe lady leather and you reminded yourself "do not make any eye contact" for fear of being verbally ripped to shreds over your outfit, your nerve to speak directly to her, or your general lack of anything resembling glamour. Instead, she was just a very nice lady. When I finally worked up the courage to interact with her directly, she was smiley and gracious and helpful. She was always expressing gratitude for any assistance the production staff gave her. She was one of those people, a living example of not judging a book by its couture-clad cover. I'm a huge fan of people like that. People that surprise you in the best ways. I remember years later learning that she had become a successful designer and thinking how nice that was.

She was just so impressive. So magnetic. So beautiful. I remember joking around with her on set and just thinking how special she was. (And you have to be pretty damn special to get Mick Jagger to stay with you for 13 years, amiright?) If she had that kind of impression on me, just the few times I met her and worked with her, I can't imagine what it was like to be a regular part of her life and I really feel for those that truly lost her.

I hope wherever she is now, she is at piece. And that they have the best clothes ever.