Samantha Ronson with her sister Charlotte at NYFW. Psyched, per usual.
Amy Poehler made Sam Ronson smile!
Two toxic people cannot be together. End of story. We’re friends now. That’s how it started so I think that’s how it was meant to be. I was bold enough to say, “Yeah I like a girl. And?” That put her in a situation where she was being attacked every day. That’s not fair. And what am I left with? Heartbreak. That was three years ago. It was my last serious relationship.
But the tough-girl Us Weekly scowl Ronson perfected back when she was dating you know who is nowhere to be seen here in the likable, low-key woman who dwells in this prismatic Venice Beach, California, playhouse. (Except, well, in the unmissable screen print propped against a wall: a composite of celebrity mug shots, Ronson’s included—which she calls a reminder to “stay out of trouble.”) “I’m like a big kid,” Ronson says warmly, tugging at the sleeves of her traffic-cone-orange sweatshirt and looking up at the living room’s two-story ceiling. “If I could have a trampoline in here, I would!” It’s true: There’s probably enough clearance for a backflip, but then where would she put the candy-pink pool table?
…she’s certainly grown up since her paparazzi-dodging days. (She and Erin Foster, an actress and comedy writer, just quietly ended what Ronson called a healthy relationship.)
To be honest, I think Samantha Ronson has the cutest style and even though we have very different senses of style, I get a lot of my personal fashion inspiration from her. She wears really, really cute clothes. She’s got a killer closet. She always gets mad at me because I bite her style and I say, “At least I’m honest about it.” - Nicole Richie

