As the legendary singer-songwriter releases her first studio album in a decade, she opens up about her iconic fashion moments and rock-star life.
By CHRISTINE LENNON
Stevie Nicks is Team Edward all the way. Honestly, is it any surprise that the now-62-year-old gypsy queen of '70s rock, singer for the epic band Fleetwood Mac, arbiter of romantic, Gothic style, and writer of magical songs about devastating heartbreak is a Twilight fan?
"I saw New Moon when I was on tour with Fleetwood Mac," Nicks says, curled up under a white fur throw on an armchair in the Santa Monica condo she shares with her 12-year-old Yorkie, Sulamith. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun is setting over the Pacific, and with the room's soft lighting — all chandeliers and crystals — and her elbow-length blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, it's as if she's been beamed down from classic-rock heaven. Nicks is an ageless creature, wearing a handful of gold chains with charms dangling over a navy silk dolman-sleeved top and black pants. Only when she puts on her glasses, an ombré-tinted pair of aviators, does she look her age. "When Bella just sat there in the window, crying for months because she thought she'd never see him again," Nicks trails off, looking wistful about their vampire love. She's had a Bella moment or two herself. "It's happened to me twice, when there was no explanation. It was just over."
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