She’s on loads of crack, but you can see through that,” says Simon Gross, a freelance photographer. “I just want for her to get better. I’m hoping someday for that set of pictures of her riding her bike in the park or something healthy.” In the hours I spend with her, her main concession to health is a large upright tanning bed, which she uses every day. She often seems like she is having trouble staying awake, fighting to keep her eyes open. “I just took my nighttime medicine,” she says. “I’m so tired.” Winehouse seems lonely, in search of a perpetual slumber party. “Women don’t try to use me,” she tells me groggily. Her trust is remarkable; at one point, she even discusses her night’s outfit with two female teenage fans over her door-bell intercom.
