rina Atanasova lit a cigarette, took one long puff and then wedged the still-smoking stick on a wall near Amy Winehouse's erstwhile residence. "It's symbolic," said Atanasova, a 25-year-old media psychology student from Bulgaria. "Amy was a smoker."
If there were two sides to Winehouse, it was fitting that, by Sunday afternoon, there were two shrines to the dead singer outside her former home in Camden Square, north London. The first was the more sanitised. Positioned within a media pen, surrounded by cameramen and reporters, and cordoned off by a police line, it was piled high with hundreds of bouquets, photographs, handwritten tributes, a miniature guitar, and even a fluffy bunny. But the second shrine, where Atanasova laid her offering, was perhaps the more fitting for a singer whose life and work often revolved around the high life. Tucked round the corner from the first shrine, it was stocked with cans of beer, half-drunk glasses of wine, allusions to her post-watershed lyrics ("What kind of fuckery is this, Amy?", a riff on a line from Me & Mr Jones) – and, of course, cigarettes.
