I always had this big fantasy that when I get pregnant I’m going to have this little mask on and sit and paint every day and get really fat and have a show at the end with all the paintings. “The Mind of a Pregnant Woman” would be the name of it.
The whole band, we all try to outdo each other. I’m thinking about my next ‘do. Gavin [Rossdale] wants me to go blond again. Everyone should be blond.
She’s a clothes designer. I don’t want to use the word genius loosely, but she probably would qualify. She can make a girl who’s chubby look sexy. I’ve worn stuff by her that’s tighter than anything I ever thought I would wear, but she made it look good on me.
If you think New York is crazy, this is crazy. Camels and mopeds and pollution and people everywhere, and even the poorest women look beautiful in their rich colors and outfits. It’s like another planet.
Bed at home
I had it made from a photo of this four-poster bed. I was on a quest to find this bed, and I found this guy in Bombay, and he’s like, “I can make you that bed.” A year later, he e-mailed me photos of guys carving this bed out of rosewood. It’s a work of art.
Bed on the bus
My bunk is so comfortable, and something about the humming motor and the swaying and the bumps makes you fall asleep so cozily.
This column appared in the May 25th, 2000 issue of Rolling Stone.