Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Sweet Olivia


I am still reeling after Olivia de Havilland's speech. Though she delivered it 8 years ago, it was new to me. She has such a way with words. And her ordeal with her stepfather mirrors mine, to a certain degree. Her writing style seems to be similar in ways to mine. Oh, I just adore her.

I really hope I can one day meet her.

Yesterday, December 15th, marked the 70-year anniversary of the premiere of "Gone With the Wind." I have been a die-hard fan of GWTW since the womb; my mother saw it when she was pregnant with me. I watched it growing up, and even at an age when I could barely grasp the deeper concepts of the film, I was spellbound. I love this film with all my heart, and it's wonderful that one of my role models played such an integral part in it's production. It gives me joy to watch the legacy of "Gone With the Wind" endure decades, and it now approaches a century. I can't wait for THAT celebration.

Peace, love, and glamour!

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Olivia de Havilland



Olivia de Havilland. Great actress. Beautiful leading lady. Double Oscar winner. Published author. Inspiration for tattoos?

I recently watched one of Miss de Havilland's rare interviews. Towards the end she recited the second stanza of a poem she had written as a depressed, homeless teenager. Her parents had recently banished her from the house (after she broke the "no after school activities rule"- her choics were drop out of the play or leave home for good.) and she was rightly distressed. The stanza reads as follows:


"Weary, the paths of this life we tread
on, like a march, the tired, dead.
Where does it get us, this struggle and pain?
What do we matter? What do we gain?"

Now, I don't know about you, but I find that quite beautiful. Seeing as how her writing pretty much mirrors my daily inner-monologue, I have decided that I shall immortalize her poem in my first tattoo. On my lower back I shall have the words of Olivia de Havilland forever inked onto my skin.

Delicious. Maybe I should write to her and ask her permission first. I'll let you know how that goes.

Peace, love & glamour.