It’s 12 o'clock on a sweltering New York City summer day — July 3, in fact — and Betsey Johnson, like everyone in the city, is considering her holiday weekend getaway plans. “Well, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I think, unless I hear from my man lover…,” said Johnson at the very top of the interview, trailing off as she alludes to the fact that, at age 65, life is no less fun than it was when she started her collection 30 years ago.
As Johnson’s candid comment implies, she’s not exactly the grandmother next door. With her platinum Raggedy Ann-style extensions and pixielike body, today swathed in purple Alexander McQueen harem pants, a turquoise tank, purple shirt and a sparkly shrug, Johnson has the spunk of a twentysomething. She’s obviously still capable of turning heads. As for her frisky friend, he’ll remain nameless. “Oh, I can’t say,” she demurred, turning the conversation back to its intended subject: herself.