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devohoneybee at 09:23pm on 24/03/2011
devohoneybee at 09:23pm on 24/03/2011this is her reminiscence of Elizabeth Taylor.
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just a few ramblings......Haute Couture Days........ Elizabeth Taylor
the ole girl's gone.
wonder if they'll show the black and white "feather" dress
we did for her Lincoln Center/Time Magazine tribute....What
a production that was.....that dress had a life of it's own!
Her waist was 20-something inches then....it was during her White Diamonds perfume
campaign days.....her last hurrah really. it also became her "big dumb" husband days
...with George (Too Much Tan) Hamilton still forever just hangin' around....
got my big toe broken once cuz she lent me her car and driver and when i got
out of the car at the Plaza Athenee' (someone at the hotel had leaked that her
car was coming), the crazy nyc press, just rushed the car..... i just kept yelling
"it's only me!, it's only me!" but my cries fell on deaf ears.
it was like being a guppy in a shark tank.
she said the more she tried to disguise herself the worse it was.
she lived like a prisoner........& in pain.......back braces on chairs everywhere....
not at all like the glamour-puss characters she played. and make-up......
......i have never seen ONE person with so much "product" .....
her entire bed once looked like it had had several bags of recently purchased stuff
dumped all over it.......i remember thinking there was something very traveling
circus-like about the scene. i never knew what to expect when i arrived at her
massive suite.
one time a went up and brought a fitter... it was the one and only time i ever saw her in
a foul mood. when i walked into the room, she was fussing with a pair of black silk poie de soie shoes and kinda waving them, saying, "will you look at this....the f%$#^&g diamante' are falling off." well.....i thought, "s%$t....there's no way i wanna start of the next hour like this!" so i just said to her...."well, if you stop kickin' everybody with those shoes on" ....and much to my relief... she started laughing. we got on with the business of visually dissecting and adjusting every minute detail of the ball gown.
(if interested: the gown was entirely covered in sheer black, white, and silvery beaded, hand sized silk organza "feathers". i won't bore you with further technicalities.)
once she told me that Burt Bacharach wrote the song, "On My Own Again"
for her. it was during that same conversation that she flatly said,
"Richard was the only one."
she was at once, a young girl and a complicated woman....she was sweet but
i always had the sense that she was off balance.....and although it was clearly
odd....it came as no surprise to me that she and Michael Jackson formed a friendship
....another poor soul whose life seemed so imbalanced.
she once wrote me a lovely letter (on purple stationary of course) when her
assistant died of AIDS.....i don't think anyone will ever forget how she jumped in,
in the fight against the disease or how early on.
may she finally RIP.
................................
just a few ramblings......Haute Couture Days........ Elizabeth Taylor
the ole girl's gone.
wonder if they'll show the black and white "feather" dress
we did for her Lincoln Center/Time Magazine tribute....What
a production that was.....that dress had a life of it's own!
Her waist was 20-something inches then....it was during her White Diamonds perfume
campaign days.....her last hurrah really. it also became her "big dumb" husband days
...with George (Too Much Tan) Hamilton still forever just hangin' around....
got my big toe broken once cuz she lent me her car and driver and when i got
out of the car at the Plaza Athenee' (someone at the hotel had leaked that her
car was coming), the crazy nyc press, just rushed the car..... i just kept yelling
"it's only me!, it's only me!" but my cries fell on deaf ears.
it was like being a guppy in a shark tank.
she said the more she tried to disguise herself the worse it was.
she lived like a prisoner........& in pain.......back braces on chairs everywhere....
not at all like the glamour-puss characters she played. and make-up......
......i have never seen ONE person with so much "product" .....
her entire bed once looked like it had had several bags of recently purchased stuff
dumped all over it.......i remember thinking there was something very traveling
circus-like about the scene. i never knew what to expect when i arrived at her
massive suite.
one time a went up and brought a fitter... it was the one and only time i ever saw her in
a foul mood. when i walked into the room, she was fussing with a pair of black silk poie de soie shoes and kinda waving them, saying, "will you look at this....the f%$#^&g diamante' are falling off." well.....i thought, "s%$t....there's no way i wanna start of the next hour like this!" so i just said to her...."well, if you stop kickin' everybody with those shoes on" ....and much to my relief... she started laughing. we got on with the business of visually dissecting and adjusting every minute detail of the ball gown.
(if interested: the gown was entirely covered in sheer black, white, and silvery beaded, hand sized silk organza "feathers". i won't bore you with further technicalities.)
once she told me that Burt Bacharach wrote the song, "On My Own Again"
for her. it was during that same conversation that she flatly said,
"Richard was the only one."
she was at once, a young girl and a complicated woman....she was sweet but
i always had the sense that she was off balance.....and although it was clearly
odd....it came as no surprise to me that she and Michael Jackson formed a friendship
....another poor soul whose life seemed so imbalanced.
she once wrote me a lovely letter (on purple stationary of course) when her
assistant died of AIDS.....i don't think anyone will ever forget how she jumped in,
in the fight against the disease or how early on.
may she finally RIP.
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