Jemima Kirke Instagram – I received a package in the mail last week that was so tiny I’m amazed that it made it here. It was a USB thingy wrapped in a note that read “Here’s that video you’ve been bugging me about. Taken by Jeffrey. 1971. He’s dead by the way. Single again! -BamBam.” Below is the story of my friend, the indomitable Ms. Bambi Lebeau.
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Bambi LeBeau (formerly Beausoleil) is a successful book editor, self proclaimed socialite and “child-hater.” She changed her last name when she moved to New York in the early 70s. Her cousin is Bobby Beausoleil and she wanted nothing to do with that scandal much less be associated with hippy culture. Bambi is never without a lover. At night, to help her sleep, she counts how many lovers she left versus how many left her. Once she married a rich guy with three adult children. When his daughter started having kids Bambi demanded a divorce, stating “I didn’t sign up to be fucking meemaw and peepaw!” The truth is, Bambi was desperate for a child. She would sometimes mouth the word “mom” as she looked in the mirror. After the divorce she moved to soho and started sleeping with an art handler with “a chest like Tony Curtis.” On weekends she stays with friends in the Hamptons, parking herself by the pool with a pile of books and a pack of Winston’s. It has occurred to her that if, say, a group of crazed hippies were to break in and slaughter everyone in the house, Bambi would be the only one without someone to miss her. Who would even identify her? She cringed thinking of the art handler. She’ll break up with him first thing in the morning. 🚬🫦
Shot by @ninakhamidullina | Posted on 15/Nov/2025 08:21:01
