I went to the weirdest Oscar party at her house

A text from an old friend after an evening spent reminiscing about the 1980s:

Thanks ever so to the both of you for a lovely dinner and wonderful visit. So very appreciated. Lou somebody I think was the accountant, married to [famous musician] of [famous band]. I went to the weirdest Oscar party at her house in Hollywood where she was sobbing in the kitchen about how she made so much money but had nothing to show for it. Then she dug into the giant paper bag and snorted some more coke…

“My father warned me about men and booze, but he never mentioned a word about women and cocaine.”

Tallulah Bankhead



    • With my nephew visiting after working in haute couture (not for a grand maison but kind of an indie haute house) the stories are surprisingly similar to our early years in film. Someone should write a book 😉 .

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