I read recently about Kesha; here’s a girl who two years ago, decided she wanted Prince (the purple one, not Wills) to produce her first album. So, she found out his address and drove to his Beverly Hills home, where she paid the gardener five dollars to let her squeeze herself under his front gate. Then she hiked up the driveway (which apparently was lined in purple velvet), let herself in through an unlocked side door, and rode the mirrored elevator up to the third floor where he was jamming with his band. “It was kind of awkward,” she recalls, “but who cares, right? So I sat on one of the purple thrones in the room until he noticed me, which he finally did. He was like, ‘How the hell did you get in here?’” His security kicked her out, but not before she left him her demo CD wrapped in a giant purple bow… talk about persistence!
Anyway, she spoke out recently about her fashion icon:
Says it all really…
And what of Kesha herself:
And her other dream partner:
Zach Galifianakis