Swans do fly high above you
All the time
Prince of Sun from his pavilion
Makes you shine
Come into my garden lady love
Maybe I can hold your gold hand
Glide within my gold grove lady love
Know the earth and you’ll understand
Oh Pola. I’ve been busy and tired, but I have not forgotten that you died…sigh…you died 30 years ago today. You had a brain tumor, but pneumonia took you from this world.
Recently I went to Hearst Castle and I felt your presence. That is where you must have seen Valentino for the first time. I felt the energy of the parties at night with Marion and her man… Continue reading “Pola Negri left this Earth 30 years ago”
I am almost twenty and still am unable to put on liquid eyeliner on my own. I try…I watch tutorials! Yet, oh yet, my eyeshadow gets black stains, the side of my face gets black stains, and my “wing” is an oddly shaped black ball. Continue reading “Struggles with liquid eyeliner”
I myself am still impressed at the fact that I kept my blog alive and sort of active for three years. Its first post was published three years ago today. It started when I was a lonely sixteen-year-old and, oh yes, who posted lengthy posts about depression, angst, and old Hollywood. Continue reading “Hear Me Talk of Sin turns three!”
One of the greatest and most beautiful actresses to have ever graced the screen of cinema passed away fifty years ago today. Her name was Vivien Leigh and to me she will always reserve a special place in my Old Hollywood loving heart. She starred in a movie that still so remains my favorite, Gone With the Wind.
But, she is not only known for that! She starred in numerous other films! She was Blanche Dubois in A Streetcar Named Desire, a film showing an example of mental illness. She also starred in numerous lovely films with her longtime husband, Laurence Olivier.
Vivien died from a bout of tuberculosis in 1967, at about the age of 53. For years she had been struggling with the terrors of bipolar disorder. But her talent never did leave her! Let us remember Vivien Leigh.
Worrying about my future increased to a daily basis when I turned eighteen. Then when I turned nineteen I started to feel undecided about it.
I write about my career choice. It used to be so clear!
When I was eleven, I wanted to be a surgeon. Continue reading “My future, oh, the future!”