Need I remind you of the drill, babies? I post pictures of famous people and then I talk about myself. Shall I tell you why I still identify deeply, so deeply, with this photo by Mark Seliger for Rolling Stone of that particular trio from the X-Files?
I thought you’d never ask.
To a certain extent in Hollywood, you’re always in bed with someone. I can even make a bolder, broader generalization. I can think of no creative process where you go it alone. None. So, in that sense all of us are in bed with each other all the time. If this shocks you, you shouldn’t be reading my blog.
Let’s get personal.
Once upon a time (you can imagine a shimmering dissolve here if you like) just after college I moved into a house in the Hollywood Hills with two other young people, both men. (Keep your minds out of the gutter, please.) One of them, well, reader I married him. Yes, he became the mighty Mister. The other became and remains my best friend.
My best friend lives but a few blocks away now, has won more than one Academy Award (you BET I’m proud of him), and last but by no means least (how dare you imply I like talking about myself, the very IDEA) has designed my book jacket. Do we talk (did we talk) CONSTANTLY about what we experience/experienced on movie sets? Of course. Did some of that end up in my book? Yeppers. In one incarnation or another.
Heavens! I might just crawl back into bed with my… cold.
Behave yourselves, V.
Holy moley! That house was awash with talent and charm! But what we all want to know is…who slept in the middle? Enquiring minds…! 😉 Bwahahaha!
Now, that would be telling, George. And you know how *circumspect* we are on Beguiling…
Oh, I do! *winks* Perhaps I should have written *perverted* or “diseased” minds rather than “enquiring”? 🙂
Sorry, darling! Speak up. Did you say *piquant* and *delightfully dishy*?
Why, Ms Lester, George appears to be *blushing*!
You two! I go away for a couple of weeks and look at all of the shenanigans that have been going on!!! It is shocking, positively shocking I tell you!!
Something to get the blood stirring in the New Year 😉 . Was the Luberon WONDERFUL?
It was. 🙂 But it was very, very quiet. It felt a little bit like being able to breathe while underwater.
Dearest V
Adore the photograph. Adore the divine Ms Andersen (though I think her best work has been done since she came to these shores).
And most of all I adore your rattling on.
So, please, keep talkin’ baby!
(Is that how one speaks American?)
Yours ever
The Perfumed Dandy
Oh, don’t encourage me! At home rattling on is my “thing”. Do you want to know why I think the Mister reads so voraciously? Because when I see the newspaper or a book in someone’s hands I respect their quiet time, if I see a computer… Not so much. xox, V
Dearest V
That is so true… books are solemn confessionals not to be interrupted, sat at a computer is chatting with friends: everyone is free to join in!
Yours ever
The Perfumed Dandy
bliss.
we drink up every one of your words like 1920s sarsaparilla.
This post (my Gloria-ous muse) elicited a lot of attention. Thinking about our conversation in RL at The Egyptian, and the next post to fly from my fingertips may be titled: Jello Shots. Or something equally refined 😉 .
we just made a book promo over here! so much fun! if you need any help with yours….let us know.
Sorry, but it’s not possible to “behave ourselves” when you lead off with that particular photo. Beyond that, I wholeheartedly agree that no creative process occurs in a vacuum. Thanks for the fascinating background info.
😉
http://youtu.be/PSNPpssruFY
So it is good to choose our housemates wisely 😉
I was the late edition, housemate-wise, as it turns out, a very happy arrangement!
Why, you saucy little minx! Chris Carter does nothing for me but David Duchovny….rrrowrr. I can’t wait until your book comes out. I’m just trying to figure out what cocktail to have while I read.
I’d say stick to the classics:
An Elysian Nymph… If you’re champagne minded…
Or (my favorite) a very dirty martini…
NICE.