"We Are Starudust, We Are Golden"

(Barefaced and barefoot, Joni Mitchell poses for Vogue in 1968 with her favorite accessory)

Holed up in a hotel in NYC this fabulous woman penned the song most associated with the three day love fest known as Woodstock, without even being there. Now, if that is not too cool, I am not sure what could beat it. Quite ironic it is. Not to mention her musical conquests are to die for. Why should male rock stars have all the fun? The summer of love was over 4 decades ago but, I am pretty sure no one has done it better than this reigning bohemian queen.