tabitha cobain
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Post by tabitha cobain on Jun 8, 2013 21:31:10 GMT -6
TABITHA ARIA COBAIN tabitha aria cobain (born 10/08/1990) is an american socialite, and fashion blogger. the niece of late nirvana singer kurt cobain first gained recognition through her fashion blog 'the rosette'. notorious for causing a hum in the media by being brash and often censored, cobain has become the f*** you poster child. | |
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your signature: baby face. your coffee order: whiskey, on the rocks. your go-to magazine: rolling stone. your favorite brand: rag and bone. your ultimate goal: fuck goals.
I absolutely don't understand: bieber fever. I've always looked up to: dave grohl. I'm most likely to feud with: luke harvey. I'm starting to pay attention to: brant bjork I've always wanted to hook up with: your mom. I wonder what it's like to be: grumpy cat.
"have a fucking back up plan. what happened to me, happens to very few people, and i fully acknowledge that i'm fortunate and don't take it for granted. having a fashion blog and having it click with people, that's a motherfucking fluke. it was a hobby that turned into fashion lines, representing mac, and modeling for other brands. if you're aspiring to be me, don't. it won't happen."
what, if anything, keeps you grounded?
my history. you can't let the fame get to your head. you will die, that's inevitable. there's nothing you can do to prevent it.. you can't buy immunity, we are all the same.
would you rather relive your best moment or redo your worst mistake?
neither. i don't like dwelling in the past.
where's your escape from the city?
i travel a lot for my job and for myself, and i'm hardly in one place for too long, otherwise i go stir crazy. i just spent three months backpacking through india, that was a great experience. it's much too easy to get lost in the hurry, to become serious and not live. i'm fucking fortunate that i have a job where i can just peace out and come back like nothing happened.
what are you like when you're out of the spotlight?
i don't fake, what you see is what you get.
how do you think your team would describe working with you?
i don't have a team per say. though the people i work alongside, we all very much get along. we're able to talk with each other about personal issues, or go out for a drink after. most of us are loving and good friends. we live, we don't work.
were there any deciding moments in your career?
no, not yet.. i have a career?!
any inside details on your latest project?
i'm going on tour with queens of the stone age in europe for a month, recording a segment on their album dvd. i've been a fan for so long, this opportunity is minnd fucking blowing.
father: chad cobain mother: mary-anne jensen. siblings: lisa-marie cobain. other: kurt cobain - late uncle morrison - black lab/rottweiler hick - king shepherrd
my parents never loved each other, or made a life for themselves when they had me. nor was i planned, and no one was really excited about me coming. my mom, mary-anne, didn't have a baby shower thrown for her, her friends didn't buy me stuffies or raise their hands to be godmothers - they bailed on her when they found out she was pregnant. she was fifteen, she and my dad were 'first loves', they stayed together for the sake of image. mom didn't come from fortunate circumstances, her father was constantly in and out of employment, he was working as a garbageman at the time, and her mother was ill with m.s., not fit to work. my father's, though not much more financially stable than my mother's, seemed more ideal. my grandmother (who was not actually related to me through blood) worked as a florist, and her husband a mechanic, they had money to spare and the enthusiasm to take me in. naturally, my father was granted custody of me.
my uncle, kurt, was an iconic image of my childhood. i remember him coming to and from the house, drifting between rooms and gently talking to me. it feels odd that i know so much about a person who was only there four years of my life, i remember little about our relationship or even if we had one, but i recall so much of the impact he had on our family after his death. there was sadness that surrounded the house, and a refusal to talk about the subject. eventually, during my teenage years, we discussed it. there's a lot to say, but no words to put it into, it's a sensitive topic for our family and we obviously wish it to be private.
my childhood was fairly simplistic. i flip back through albums and i'm always grinning - so full of happiness. my mother, who left for college when i was only four, bought me a rabbit for my eighth birthday. she said i was sensitive and caring, holding that bunny with such a gentle touch. i was best friends with my next door neighbor, and apart from him i hardly had friends. you could always find me in the treehouse, babbling on to my imaginary friend and painting a story into a big sketchbook. i was lonely but content, very in key with the drama occurring within the cobain family but i blocked it out with my art. my father remarried when i was fifteen, and a year later lisa-marie was born. i was very distant from my family, and would often choose to stay over at friends rather than my dad's.
at the age of seventeen i dropped out of school, moved from seattle to los angeles to stay with my aunt's close friend, who was a record producer. it was there i started my blog. at first it was primarily gossip, but that got old quickly.. i was disinterested in what other people were doing, frankly i didn't give a single shit who was fucking who. from a gossip blog it became a fashion and beauty blog called 'the rosette'. i'm not sure why i called it that, while my style sense is grungy i suppose i've always been drawn to floral prints and red lipstick. but my blog was hitting it off, i was getting mentions in vogue and cosmo, getting invited to events... i had a spread in rolling stone for purely being kurt cobain's niece. people watched me, fascinated by my uncensored mouth. i don't give a fuck, and while most find it intimidating, a handful are drawn in. i've told ryan seacrest to fuck off, i've sworn on live television, i've had more that enough lawsuits thrown at me... though i've never flashed my vagina, i've never looked bad, and i won all those lawsuits. i've been called tabitha cocaine, the fuck-up, the 'fuck you' poster child, the female kurt.. and i wouldn't call any of those false claims, but they're certainly not 100% true. i'll probably need a liver transplant eventually, yea i don't filter myself, and i don't give two fucks.
alias: ciara age: twenty-one play-by: cora keegan spotlight group: limelight city: los angeles listening to: brutus
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Post by administrator on Jun 8, 2013 21:36:01 GMT -6
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