RIP Carrie Fisher

I worked with Todd Fisher on a documentary during 2007 where we used his sister Carrie's home on  Coldwater as the location for interviews.
Her house was famous for having been owned by the iconic movie designer Edith Head and it sat on a rise up the hill from her mother Debbie Reynolds's home as  their three home, multi-structure compound created a secluded universe that existed somewhere between Walden and Woodstock. Carrie had an extended patio eclectically decorated mixing anything dramatic and visually interesting. It led to a vine covered hill with stone steps leading past her tiny but cozy writing workplace to a fenced in pool and poolside lounges. I remember walking up from her parking lot past her room full of exercise equipment including treadmills wondering if rich people bought stuff but failed to use it often just like real people.
Our interviews were mostly in various parts of Carrie Fisher's patio. It was another tough time for Todd as his wife was dying from cancer which claimed her a short time after our interview schedule finished.
One interview with a famous actress was done inside Debbie Reynolds home and I can recall soaking in what it must have felt like to be Hollywood royalty. Stuff that now rates as merely content in our Trumpian world of truthiness used to be history or at least private. That's part of what made Carrie Fisher special, her unflinching need to share her ideas, opinions, laughter with everyone lucky enough to be in her orbit, if even only for a little while.

Bye-bye Carrie...RIP