Showing posts with label Dorothy Dandridge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dorothy Dandridge. Show all posts
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
It Happened
Rosalind Russell and Celeste Holm
Maureen O'Hara and Dorothy Dandridge
Joan Crawford and Ginger Rogers
Lucille Ball and June Allyson
Betsy Palmer and Loretta Young
Sandra Dee and Hayley Mills
Beatrice Lillie and Gloria Swanson Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Let Them Entertain You
And there's free beer at Irene Dunne's place! Served in a pretty glass, of course.
Monday, September 27, 2010
The Private World of Dorothy Dandridge
"Dorothy Dandridge, circa 1962, seems to be a woman who knows, not only where she has been, but precisely where she is going... Gone are most of the traits of nervousness and uncertainty that many observed in earlier years..."
Within a year of this lavishly illustrated, fawningly-written article, Dorothy Dandridge would be bankrupt, her beautiful home foreclosed upon, and her brain-damaged daughter placed in state care. In less than four years, increasingly despondent and addicted to both pills and alcohol, Dorothy Dandridge would be dead from an overdose of antidepressants. She was 42 years old.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
We Had the Craziest Dream
It started off, innocently enough (and, frankly, as many of our dreams do), with Miss Arlene Francis...
...who is chatting with Miss Dorothy Kilgallen in the CBS commissary...
...when they spy, sitting a few tables away, Jeanne Crain...
...who is lunching with Eva Bartok...
...except that Jeanne and Eva are dressed as pioneer women. They're whisked away from the commissary by wagon train, through the wildnerness, where they encounter Daniel Boone...
...who, in our dream, is portrayed not by Fess Parker, but Matthew McConnaughey.
Suddenly, we are wandering through the historical home of Daniel Boone, including a room where, a plaque tells us, he consummated an affair with Dorothy Dandridge.
Struck by nature's call, we search the museum for a public restroom, finally finding one and then realizing that we are barefoot! Of course, we don't want to pull a Britney Spears...
...so we leave. In the courtyard of the museum, we realize we left our pink cosmetic case (which we don't actually own in real life!)...
...and our Louis Vuitton Baikal bag (which we do) sitting on a bench.
Frantically, we search them to make sure nothing's missing, and discover a litany of missed calls on our iPhone...
...from our boss, wondering where the hell we are, and why we are late for work.
We blame it all on Arlene Francis, who started the whole bizarre mess.
...who is chatting with Miss Dorothy Kilgallen in the CBS commissary...
...when they spy, sitting a few tables away, Jeanne Crain...
...who is lunching with Eva Bartok...
...except that Jeanne and Eva are dressed as pioneer women. They're whisked away from the commissary by wagon train, through the wildnerness, where they encounter Daniel Boone...
...who, in our dream, is portrayed not by Fess Parker, but Matthew McConnaughey.
Suddenly, we are wandering through the historical home of Daniel Boone, including a room where, a plaque tells us, he consummated an affair with Dorothy Dandridge.
Struck by nature's call, we search the museum for a public restroom, finally finding one and then realizing that we are barefoot! Of course, we don't want to pull a Britney Spears...
...so we leave. In the courtyard of the museum, we realize we left our pink cosmetic case (which we don't actually own in real life!)...
...and our Louis Vuitton Baikal bag (which we do) sitting on a bench.
Frantically, we search them to make sure nothing's missing, and discover a litany of missed calls on our iPhone...
...from our boss, wondering where the hell we are, and why we are late for work.
We blame it all on Arlene Francis, who started the whole bizarre mess.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
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