Françoise Hardy by Jean-Marie Périer in Montmartre
Marlene Dietrich. Orly. 1962.
James Stewart in “The Philadelphia Story”, 1940.
Jimmy Stewart with Margaret Sullavan’s daughter, Brooke Hayward, in 1940
Jimmy Stewart and Margaret Sullavan were close, lifelong friends. Friends since their University Players days, Stewart harbored unrequited feelings for Sullavan, once saying, “I’ll never marry until I find a girl like Margaret Sullavan.”
Françoise Hardy, photographed by Jean-Marie Périer.
“Gena and I are freaks. We are. We’re absolutely freakishly obsessed with wanting to convey something that is very hard for us to express in our life. To dig deeply into the way things are, through people, is what I like and what the people who work with me like also. To find out the delicate balance between living and dying. I mean, I think that’s the only subject there is.”
It’s sad, believe me, when you realize that the distressing things by far overweight the beautiful things you feel.
Humphrey Bogart and Tallulah Bankhead, c. 1950s.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATHARINE HEPBURN | May 12, 1907 - June 29, 2003
With me, it’s up every day at five. Big breakfast. I get it myself. Fruit, eggs, bacon, chicken livers, toast, marmalade, coffee. On a tray. Carry it back to bed. Lovely the silence of the early hours. Do all my studying and thinking as I eat and drink. The sun rises. You seldom see it. But light comes. Misty. Slowly clearing. Light rains. Heavenly climate for a freckled skin. Then a cold bath or shower. A bike ride if I’m read early—before the car gets there. Go to work around seven.
Edith Piaf and Jacques Peals on her wedding day. Marlene Dietrich was her Maid of Honor, September 1952. Photos by Allan Grant