Anya was exceedingly glamourous, but it was partly concocted from infamous "heroin glamour" and so has a whiff of horror. The reason no-one who really knew her is posting anything is:
1) there was a tragedy attached to her, inappropriate for bandying around a public board --
2) because her life was so entrenched in the parallel history of heroin in the NYC Punk underground that quite a few too many famous folk would get tarred with the brush they long ago put back into the paintbox.
The story of NYC in the 70s and 80s, the heroin demon, and Anya is a novel that has yet to be written; possibly to be taken on fully by someone who hasn't been born yet. She lives in one of my unpublished tomes as one of downtown's premier dealers of Chinese white. How's that for starters. Happy now.