She is theater and aftershow—glitter in the sink, a cigarette-smoke lullaby—an emblem of relentless reinvention. People collect memories of her the way some collect stamps: a single meet-and-greet that becomes a well-worn tale, retold at gatherings until it acquires the sheen of myth. Lovers and strangers alike leave with the same impression: that they were seen, staged, and somehow improved by her gaze.