Sorry I have not posted for a little while… I have been extremely busy with a photography class which has been a blast…however, I had to take a break today to express my deepest sympathy and condolences to Amy winehouse’s family, friends and fans at this difficult time. “I was saddened to learn that Amy had died this afternoon in her London apartment. The Daily Mail reports that police have confirmed the passing.

In a statement, the London Metropolitan Police said, “Police were called by London Ambulance Service to an address in Camden Square NW1 shortly before 16.05hrs today, Saturday 23 July, following reports of a woman found deceased. On arrival, officers found the body of a 27-year-old female who was pronounced dead at the scene. So far, there are no official reports on the cause of death and an autopsy on the body is yet to come. The death of the singer is being treated as unexplained.”

A suspected drug overdose took the life of the singer, Nick Buckley of the Sunday Mirror tweeted.

This devastating news is no less tragic for all the warning signs that Winehouse exhibited, suggesting continued relapses into drugs and alcohol use. Before her ill fated comeback, the talented, bluesy voice singer had spent one week in London’s renowned rehab facility ‘The Priory’ in order to get ready for the tour and planned to continue treatment as an outpatient. Amy Winehouse’ s latest one-week rehab stint in June was supposed to be followed by a “comeback” European tour which was canceled after she was booed off the stage at a show in Belgrade following her uneven behavior.

It said: “Amy Winehouse is withdrawing from all scheduled performances. Everyone involved wishes to do everything they can to help her return to her best and she will be given as long as it takes for this to happen.”

Amy Winehouse was remembered today by fans with flowers, candles and cards in Camden Square near the residence where she was found dead Saturday. She will be truly missed.

This is so, so, so sad. I was alerted this morning that Elizabeth Taylor, the violet-eyed film goddess whose sultry screen life was often upstaged by her stormy personal life, had passed away. What a huge loss. Elizabeth was an inspiration to women everywhere. She not only established herself as one of the legendary beautiful actresses in Hollywood’s golden age, but was a pioneer in the field of humanitarian work, especially AIDS research. If you’ve never read about her, please do, because of my admiration for her strength, her courage, and her zest for life. I have listed her as a link under ”The world most beautiful women.”

The London-born actress was a star at age 12, a bride and a divorcee at 18, a screen goddess at 19 and a widow at 26. Taylor had extraordinary grace, fame and wealth, and won three Oscars, including a special one for her humanitarian work. But she was tortured by ill health, failed romances and personal tragedy.

“I think I’m becoming fatalistic,” she said in 1989. “Too much has happened in my life for me not to be fatalistic.”

Her eight marriages — including two to actor Richard Burton — and a lifelong battle with substance abuse, physical ailments and overeating made Taylor as popular in supermarket tabloids as in classic film festivals.

Taylor disclosed in November 2004 that she had congestive heart failure. But she still periodically dismissed reports that she was at death’s door, saying she used a wheelchair only because of chronic back problems that began at age 12 when she fell from a horse.

“Oh, come on, do I look like I’m dying?” she said in May 2006 in a rare television interview on CNN’s “Larry King Live.” “Do I look like or sound like I have Alzheimer’s?” Tabloids report such things “because they have nothing else dirty to write about anybody else,” she said.

When she turned 75 the following year, she was asked about the secret to her longevity and quipped: “Hangin’ in.”
Taylor has appeared in more than 50 films, and won Oscars for her performances in “Butterfield 8″ (1960) and “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” (1966), in which she starred opposite Burton.

Her work gained her a special Oscar, the Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award, in 1993. As she accepted it, she told a worldwide television audience: “I call upon you to draw from the depths of your being — to prove that we are a human race, to prove that our love outweighs our need to hate, that our compassion is more compelling than our need to blame.”

She accepted her many health problems with a stoic attitude.

“My body’s a real mess,” Taylor told W magazine in 2004. “If you look at it in the mirror, it’s just completely convex and concave.”

Elizabeth Taylor died of congestive heart failure at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, where she had been hospitalized for about six weeks. “All her children were with her,” publicist Sally Morrison said. She was 79.