Saturday, July 6, 2013

Should I go gay?

. . . because that's what I think of doing when I see these incredible photos of Liz Taylor in her prime.

The headgear impresses me especially. Kind of like balancing an entire set of encyclopedias on your head.

She always gave off a sense that something almost unbearably exciting was about to happen.

Such as. . . 


  1. She had a very large life that sprawled in every direction, and could be supernaturally beautiful (A Place in the Sun) or verging on ugly (Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf). When she made mistakes they were big ones (Larry Fortensky!). But then there were the diamonds. . .