I have always loved those melodramatic images of good-for-nothin’ drunks slumped over the bar with their empty bottles of hooch beside them. It was only natural to borrow the form for Carrie Fisher’s book, as her troubles, and those of her family, took place under the watchful and judgmental public eye. The photograph was a miracle of circumstance—my dear studio-mate Gabriele Wilson happened to have both a Leia–esque white dress and a wonderful intern by the name of Gabrielle Tigan to pose in it. The martini glass and Leia wig were mine, of course. 

Love that this cover hints at Star Wars with a subtle wink and a drink.