I don’t think it is noble to contribute to the misery of another woman by having an affair with her husband. Rather it enables the narcissism of the man, and and world does not need more narcissists.

Thank you for a reminder of the kind of style I wish would return and can find only pockets of here and there. Have to say admired Dorian Leigh’s younger sister, Suzy Parker, more. After marriage and retirement she lived in my former hometown Santa Barbara/Montecito and lead a wonderful life with her husband and children…and loved to cook. Montecito’s population is 4,000 and it has a tiny library in an old white washed wooden cottage. You’d catch an occasional glimpse of Suzy Parker there. The longtime librarian was kind of an endearing sour-puss spinster who’d graduated from USC and didn’t want any of those “movie people” up HERE. She was a character who had here local favorites like Stewart Granger, Robert Mitchum and was undone when our current governor arrived in town when he was still a movie star. She loved Suzy Parker. “A real lady.” After her death her husband said how competent she was at all she did. It’s so admirable when beauties enjoy their time in the sun and know when it’s time to move on to Act II too bad her’s was cut short. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suzy_Parker Her sister a was a little wilder for my tastes… a bit more entertaining in fiction than in real life. But thank you for this piece.

I did not know that Dorian Leigh was Suzy Parker’s sister. Suzy Parker was an icon when I was growing up. She was such a beauty and died so pre-maturely.

I’m sitting here listening to Bloomberg in the other room wondering what the heck is going to happen with our economy tomorrow! Listened to Austrialia, now trailing into the Asian market! By 5:30, I’ll be glued, waiting on someone to say something with the collaspe of Indy how not to panic!…Fannie…Freddie…!!! Odd enough, I also sent an e-mail to someone at LVMH who took the time to make my life just a little bit happier with a stark comparison to someone at Conde this week that reminded me just how, “So into me” some people can actually be. Nothing major, someone just took time out to find out a shade of lipstick. She promised it might be a while to get back to me (obviously as this is not in the grand scheme at all) but I mattered. Me. It’s hard to understand why people live their lives and why spouses and other lovers can accept certain things with understanding we can’t know, because we are not them. It appears as if they all tried to do the best they could, and lived their lives as we live ours day to day. Love, want, need, familirazation just doesn’t go away because people want it to. If that were the case we wouldn’t have addictions. We never know what or who is going to tap us on the shoulder. What I see in those photos and the article is a form of grace, softness, but determination of a time long gone — I believe. My mother is that age, these pictures now afforded me the grand opportunity to now look at our photos and see the fashion, the trend of how people worked and played. A new window of understanding.