nothin' but ink, bone, and stardust

“She was difficult to explain. And I mean that as a compliment. She was American. I held it against her only briefly. She was an exquisite painter. She made her living restoring Renaissance paintings for art museums. She traveled extensively because of her work. She was highly intelligent, optimistic about the human condition. I usually consider it a sign of stupidity, but with Irene, it seemed…almost convincing. She was, to me, the woman. To me, she eclipsed and predominated the whole of her gender. She’s the only one I ever…”

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beautilation:

“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene

One of my favorite stories about celebrity.

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skaterele:

Chris Pine on The Graham Norton Show

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merovingians:

#mad desperate genius siblings who are each other’s entire universe and who ripped an empire apart by their very existence 

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