I don't even know where to start with this picture. Amy had a really timeless quality: when she was at her best (and least like a shitshow), she modernized the 50s and 60s in a way that few others have.
I could talk all day about her amazing cat-eye makeup, which is an inspiration to both me and Melina. In some ways, it feels like the femme holy grail, and even though Amy wasn't queer (to my knowledge), she managed to embody an aesthetic that I think is most relatable to femmes.
Amy was an enormous talent, and one that died far too young. Going through images for this post has been a reminder of how much Amy achieved, her tremendous beauty, and also how troubled she was; a Google search renders a slew of photos of her in the darkest of days, but also so many beautiful shots like these. Amy at her best is perhaps the femme-spiration that rings the most true for me.