A Quote by Margaret Trudeau

I was a bit of a mother hen at Studio 54. — © Margaret Trudeau
I was a bit of a mother hen at Studio 54.
I am a bit of a mother hen at Christmas! I always prepare in advance. It is the only way; otherwise, it can be really daunting.
We used to go to Studio 54 - an amazing place.
I'd only been to Studio 54 a couple of times, when I was 16.
I was going to Studio 54 when I was 12 years old. It's true. It's crazy.
Studio 54 made Halloween in Hollywood look like a PTA meeting.
The key of the success of Studio 54 is that it’s a dictatorship at the door and a democracy on the dance floor.
I love the New York that was. The end for me was Studio 54. I don't go out at night anymore.
Am I 53 or 54? I think I'm 54. I was born in 1941. So this year I'll be 55.
My mother was a famous photographer for actresses, including Sophia Loren, Gina Lollobrigida, and so many. I remember I went to school close to my mother's studio, and for years, I went to the studio after school and just watched how she captured these beauties.
My father ran a famous L.A. nightclub complete with roller-rink - Flippers - in the early Eighties which was the West Coast's answer to Studio 54.
I was 23 years old. It was a wild time. I was covering everything that blew up - blackouts, Studio 54, son of Sam killer, and all of that stuff.
My mother passed away young - she died from ovarian cancer at just 54 years old. Her sacrifices for my sisters and I evoke a tribute in her honor each and every Mother's Day.
Andy Warhol was a good friend of mine. We used to go to the Studio 54 nightclub together with the likes of Liza Minnelli, and we'd dance through the night.
I'm the middle child in my family and I sometimes feel like a mother hen.
I've been in every disco in the world. I saw a picture of my wife Shakira and I dancing in Studio 54; I didn't even know someone had taken that picture.
Your mother calls and says she hasn't seen you for a long time. The first year: You invite her for a week. You give her your room, and you both sleep on the lumpy studio couch. The fifth year: Your mother sleeps on the lumpy studio couch. The tenth year: You send the children to mother.
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