A toast to France on this Bastille Day – to cheese, champagne, Godard, Rohmer, and all of the beauty France inspires…

I often find myself singing this live version of Paparazzi in my head all the time…then I have to run to youtube and watch it.  Still blows me away.

Wedding photos of Elvis and Priscilla seem like they belong in my family photo albums…that’s how engrained these photos are in my childhood memories. My dad loved Elvis and my aunt boasted one of the largest memorabilia collections, so there was no shortage of the King around.

I think Priscilla may have led me down the path of long dark hair and liquid eyes.

I also cannot tell you how many times I’ve seen the made for TV Elvis and Me.

Honey was 14 when she met Elvis. Can you imagine?

all that dark hair against all that white kills me.

A film about Irina Ionesco and her daughter Eva. Via Catparty.  I just about fainted with excitement.

the rare bird shares her beautiful and BOLD Manhattan Apartment in the June issue of Arch Digest.

“I don’t care what people think…I learned a long time ago…I was 19 and had a very traumatic experience….and I learned that I have to go to bed with myself at night and that I have to please myself…and as long as I don’t go out of my way to offend anybody that I love, upset my mother or my husband…I’ll do my own thing. And if the public doesn’t like it, it’s their problem, not mine.”

Jean Cocteau wrote during a filming that “her undressing was planned and executed like a house moving”.

Maria Felix, the Mexican Rose, once gifted Cartier a baby crocodiles so the jeweler could create an exact replica in the form of a necklace that in turn breaks down to two bracelets.