This post is x-posted at Everybody Needs A Little Romance.On Friday, I played hookie from writing my current novel. Some girlfriends and I took a 400km/248 miles road trip from our rural city to another rural city to see a fabulous exhibition centred around the public and private clothing of Marilyn Monroe. I’m not a fan per se but I LOVE exhibitions that give me an insight into people . Oh and I love looking at clothes 🙂
However, I came away with a much better sense of a woman I had never really given much thought to as she died when I was born.
The Bendigo Art Gallery has also been given permission by Twentieth Century Fox to use film footage so between the clips, still photography, the clothes and some personal items you came away with an impression of a very savvy woman behind the vapid blonde persona.
Sadly, she was just coming into her own having fought for roles that stretched her acting ability and owning her own production company; she was the first woman in Hollywood to do so, when she died.
I had no idea she’d had such a rugged early childhood in and out of orphanges or that she’d been ‘discovered’ by a photographer during WW2. I remember my mother sitting me down as a kid on holidays watching How To Marry A Millionaire and Gentleman Prefer Blondes on the midday movie slot so I loved seeing some of the clothes from the films. Her personal wardrobe was incredibly understated although she did have some beautiful pieces and occassionally they sneaked into films. The white dress above, made so famous in Some Like It Hot was actually her own dress purchased from Jax in NYC. She loved it so much she bought it in 4 colors 🙂
I have never seen the The Prince and the Showgirl but it seems like it’s straight out of a Harlequin Romance 🙂 Some things don’t change except that I think the showgirl deserved a more handsome prince than an aging Olivier.
To get to Bendigo, we drive inland from the coast and over a range. We climed, the temperature dropped and we were surrounded by gloriously tall and stately gum trees. As we came through small towns, the native vegetation gave way to gardens and in the cooler climate we were treated to glorious autumn/fall colors.
Do you have any Marilyn stories? Road trip stories? Spring flower stories? I’d love to hear them.