Under the eternal spiritual guidance of her floppy fringed, teen dream, post pin up River Phoenix, the Ashley Williams girl has evolved towards a greater good for the sake of all person kind. Like the continuous ebb and flow of sad river, she has been drained, floated and emoted. She’s been covered in crystals, gave up meat and dairy and wafted her sage stick about in a bid for a higher state of consciousness.
Like an activated charcoal shot to her boujie lifestyle she then clutched her pearls and headed toward the glittering glamour of Hollywood.
The thing about animals is that they don’t judge you.
The accept you the way you are.
Wendy O. Williams
Bad vibes quashed and neggy energy on the wane, she has been spiritualised, veganised, cried, died then did it all over again on a pagan shrine. Now her coconut bacon is exuberant, her pad thai noodles are liberated, her avocado on toast is peaceful and her kim chee is alive.
But then a night down the Sunset Strip with Justin and a bucking bronco made her realise that getting to know oneself is all good and jolly, but at the end of the day, the beauty of life is the balance, the peanut butter and the jelly. She is a wellness warrior, who realises you have to detox… to RETOX!
Fells like I just woke up, like all this time I’ve been asleep.
Even though it’s not who I am, I’m not afraid of who I used to be.
No one stays the same, what goes up must come down.
Change is a thing you can count on.
I feel so much younger now.
Like The Fabulous Stain meets the Mamas and the Papas, she is part Skid Row and part Stevie Nicks. She is still a trash bag but dang she’s trying to be a batter person. She is both earth mother and jockey slut, drinks hemp milk matcha whilst dressed in last nights make-up, slams tequila straight after her psychedelic spinning class, studies Transcendental Meditation with David Lynch on has her V steamed (like Gwyneth) before taking to the pole at Jumbo’s Clown Room. Such contradictions are seen in her new wardrobe where glamorous evening dresses with Bam Bam tiger stripes are dressed down with scorpion vajazzled sandals, where feathered décolletage is worn with distressed denim and where Michalangelo’s divine David carries a surfboard to a bonfire beach party with his Lost Boys. Her contradictory pretty on the outside accessories spell out ANXIETY, UGLY and HATE respectively, but luckily the dinosaurs and dolphins are on hand to whisper messages of health, wealth and happiness.
Right now, she is in a positive place thanks to flora, fauna and her animal friends. These days, she keeps her crystals on a shelf cause they look cute and sings Roy Orbison on karaoke in her living room. She’s connected, vivid, eclectic, local, lucky, dazzling, infinite and gracious. How awesome? Well, life’s a beach, now so is SHE!
Words by Ben Reardon