This is SO the feeling that I am going after when I go to shoot my album cover et al. This celebrates a time when primping was an art form and not rushed. I am so feeling the 50′s and the early 60′s silhouette. It is so womanly.
Isn’t Mr. Jacobs genius?
Her appeal was of an intelligent, sexually and modern woman. And so, is the allure of actress Romy Schneider.
Possums, did I tell you I love pretty girls?
You can’t tell me that when you look at this woman you can’t see Natalia Vodianova or even a young Lauren Bacall in her pictures!
For sure!
What does it mean to have allure? And I ain’t talking about the perfume! I think it is in the eyes, which is the window of the soul. I get this from this woman when I look at her photos. Just stunning to say the least! She seems carefree and sexy in her pictures. 
Born Rosemarie Magdalena Albach in Vienna, Romy Schneider came from a family of actors. Her mother, Magda Schneider, saw the potential in her young daughter and took it upon herself to manage her career (sounds like someone’s mother we know). Anyhoo, she most often appeared alongside her daughter in some of her productions.
Ms. Schneider made her film debut in Wenn der weisse Flieder wieder blüht (1953), at the age of 15. Possums, I looked up this movie, surprisingly it has nothing to do with hot dogs!
It is said that her family was largely in control of her career at the time and were selecting her scripts for her.
“[I felt like] an orange that must be pressed to the last drop. Nobody ever thought of me, or ever asked me to shout or be a real human being. People thought, ‘How sweet, how lovely, how kind she is!’ I wanted to be modern and hard, to be a grown-up woman. I had to run away.”
When her stepfather, Hans Herbert Blatzheim, a restaurateur who Miss Romy once said had an unhealthy interest in her (otherwise, wanted taste of the veal when he already had the steak), started to manage her career, she decided to flee to Paris. It wasn’t until she made the film Sissi that Miss Romy became a major star in Europe.
Miss Romy was cast in a 1958 movie Christine, about the romantic goings-on at the 1906 Viennese court, which co-starred Alain Delon, at the time one of France’s leading men. And in tradition of Julia Roberts, the two fell in love and got engaged, and she left Germany and settled in Paris with Delon. The German studios, producers, directors, and and press were outraged! She didn’t care; she felt that they didn’t understand her anyways. Their star was gone.
Eventually, the romance between Delon and her cooled. It was said he ended their relationship by sending her a single rose.
This was before texting and twittering.
Hear that Br
other Jonas?
Sadly, her life was peppered with tragedy.
In Europe’s gossip pages, Miss Romy was regularly deemed unlucky in love. In July 1966 Schneider married Harry Meyen, a German director and actor. They had a son, David Christopher, born on December 3 of that year.
Mr. Meyen committed suicide in Hamburg, Germany in 1979.
In 1975, Schneider married Daniel Biasini, her private secretary; they separated in 1981.
The focus on her personal life was intense, with even a miscarriage making headlines! Miss Romy did however give birth to a second child, Sarah, in 1977 with her new husband, photographer Daniel Biasini.
Her son David died at the age of 14 on 5 July 1981. He had attempted to climb the spiked fence at his stepfather’s parents’ home when he punctured his thigh and bleed to death.
She never got over her son’s death.
Miss Romy began drinking alcohol in excess and her health began to fail. She was found dead in her apartment in Paris on 29 May 1982. It was first suggested that she had committed suicide by taking a cocktail of alcohol and sleeping pills. But, after post-mortem examination was carried out, authorities declared that she had died from cardiac arrest.
Miss Schneider is now an icon in Europe, representing an era when actresses began to take on more provocative roles. There is even an inter-city train named in her honor that runs twice daily.
I wish I had something named in my honor.
The other day, I was driving down Kennedy Road in Scarborough which is now re-named “Mike Meyers Way”, after the actor. Possums, I can now officially say that I rode Mike Meyers!
Heck, I would even settle for my name on a back of a cab.
Fast and yellow.
Like, me!
Cover Photo by Giancarlo Botti
Why yes!
Thank-you.
But, I am kinda of pissed off after I watching this cause I thought they were going to give me a proper preview of what is too come. And they didn’t!
And to think I worked myself up for nothing, just to be let down.
Felt like after having sex!
I was just sitting around playing with myself when I found this quiz on amctv.com that asks you-Which Mad Men Are You? In seven questions it will determine whether you’re a Joan or a Don…or like moi, a Roger!
Ain’ that right!
And to think I used it first as a wall hanging and then as a room divider!
I didn’t even realize that it had other uses.
Possums, it is going back on my bedroom door, so that I can entice lovers with!
I just hope it don’t get stuck up nowhere! Which may not be a bad thing cause then he can go fish it out!
But, of course!
“What the hell?”
I had taken my sister to IKEA to pick up a bookcase that she fell in love with online. We were standing in front of the display, while her daughter slept peacefully in her car seat.
“Charro, I can’t lift this! This is heavy!”
“Well, I can’t lift this either! Can’t we get an IKEA person to help us?” she asked me.
“No, that’s why they call it SELF-SERVE!” I told her.
And then I saw two guys a yonder. One was short light-skinned and the other was tall and dark. Both Black, with the taller one looking like Akon. I thought to myself, “it is funny how God always happens to send help your way even before you need it!”
I decided to play the L-card. I never really ever play the L-card.
Well…
The other day I followed a friend as she did her banking and the line was way long. My friend whispered to me, “I should be able to go to the front of the line.”
“Why?” I asked her.
“You have Lupus.”
The other day when I was in the shower, I forgot to get a towel. I could have gotten it myself, but when my toe touched the tile I shrieked.
Ava called out, “What’s wrong?”
“I forgot to get a towel.”
“Don’t worry. I will get it. You have Lupus.”
The other day at dinner, “Where do you think you are going?” asked my mother.
“I am just getting up to get another slice of cake,” I answered.
“No way! You sit down! I will get it for you.” Then she turns to my brother. “Get up and get your sister another piece of cake! She has Lupus!”
So, it is with all this, here I was in IKEA, when I finally decided to play the L-card.
“Hi, there can you help us move this bookcase from up here to down here, please?” asked my sister.
“Really?” said the light-skinned guy kissing his teeth.
“I would do it myself, but I have Lupus,” I told them both.
“Why you got LUPUS in your hand?” asked the shorter light-skinned one.
But, wait!!!
I really looked at the guys. Tight pants, white tanks with rhinestones, really really clean I-never-even-step-on-a-basketball-court-before-high-tops, and baseball caps. Possums, you know what they say about two Black men walking together in the middle of IKEA with no women or children and no mommas?
They must be cousins!
The nerve!
Chivalry is dead, Possums.
Chivalry is dead!
Anyways, do you know that it was the taller dark one that helped me out first, without batting an eyelash? I know why the light-skinned guy said what he said. Jigga is angry cause God made him so short!
“I didn’t realize that LUPUS effects the hands?” asked the rude light-skinned Jigga.
“That’s why I can’t give hand jobs,” I told them looking dead on.
Caught by surprise, they both dropped the box by accident.
We had to switch it out for a new one.
Oh, Possums.
Oh, my Possums.
Oh, my, my, my, Possums.
There is a phrase that Jamaicans like to say, “never follow fashion.”
In English, it means, “never follow fashion.”
I was getting ready to pick up my sister Charro from her home that she shares with my parents. I promised to take her to IKEA to pick up a new bookcase.
The cell phone rang.
“I am already on my way,” I told her.
“I need to tell you something,” she said pausing for the effect.
“Oh, my goodness! Is it Dad?” I asked her.
“No, nerd!”
“Is it Mom?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“What happened?” I asked, my mind frantic.
“I am calling you to warn Ava not to say anything when she sees her tonight.”
“Warn her? What’s wrong with Mom?” I questioned.
“Mom got eyelash extensions.”
Pause.
Big deal! Just last week I told both my mother and my sister that I wanted to get eyelash extensions cause I saw this girl in a magazine. The woman’s neck looked like she was sixty, but her eyes looked like she was twenty years old! My mother, as usual, pooh-poohed the idea and that was that.
“So? I wanted them too,” I told her.
“Well, I got them too…but she also got her eyebrows done,” she said.
“Oh, did she get them waxed or threaded?” I asked.
“Tattooed,” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“Tatt
ooed,” she repeated.
“She got them tattooed?” I asked.
“Yeppers and that’s why I am calling to warn Ava cause you won’t believe what Dante did!”
“What did Dante do?” I asked. SIDE NOTE: Dante is her Michael Jackson-Battista-Usher-loving- son. When he grows up he wants to be a dancer, a singer and a professional wrestler.
“Mom came in and Dante was eating. I saw that Dante mouth was going to form the words ‘What the hell!!!!’ so I jumped over the stool and stood in between them so that I could give him a dirty look head on!”
“Well, did Dante say anything?” I asked her, laughing.
“Nope, but he just couldn’t stop staring at her. Her and her eyebrows.”
Yes, Possums, her eyebrows are their own entity!
“So, you have been warned,” she finished.
Possums, I wanted to see this for myself. But, how bad could it be? I just got cussed off for having done two new tattoos on my arms a mere two weeks ago. My mother never liked tattoos. ‘Til this day, she still firmly believes that I forced my brother and my sister to get their tattoos. Just because I drove them there, helped them pick it out, paid for it and held their hand, doesn’t mean I forced them! They are adults. They can make up their own mind!
Later on Possums, I finally saw my mother when I drove up to the house.
“It doesn’t look so bad,” I told my sister as she came in the car, showing me a picture on her phone.
“That is because she put foundation on it!” she whispered.
“Really? Oh, Dry!”
“Yes, real
ly.”
“But, it is not even the eyebrows. I can’t get over the eyelashes! Why did you guys let her put it on such long ones? She looks doe-eyed. She looks like Bambi’s mother!” I told her.
“I don’t know why the lady put on such long ones,” she replied.
“How much did it cost?” I asked my sister.
“$35.00. We got it in that place attached to the convenience store.”
“That’s why! No, eyelash extension should cost only $35.00! It should cost over $200! Girl, you shouldn’t be able to buy beef patties and a bag of chips with a side of lash extensions and eyebrow tattoos! I saw this in the other Bible. It’s in Vogue!”
My mother came out of the house with the leaf blower. I honked at my mother to say hello, she turned around and gave me a quick wave.
Oh, Possums.
Oh, my Possums.
Oh, my, my, my, Possums.
Possums, why can I see her eyebrows from inside the car on the driveway?
I drove off slowly, staring.
I honked again to say good-bye and she turned around.
Possums, why can I see her eyebrows from across the street with the glaring sun beating me in my eye?
While, I drove away I had four thoughts. Number one-when is my sister going to stop laughing? Secondly, if I ever wanted to get a refreshed look without the Botox all I have to do is get my eyebrows tattooed! Thirdly, ain’t her face going to peel? And lastly, will I forever go down in history as the girl with the mother whose eyelashes and eyebrows make her look like Bambi’s mother?
You know Possums, I did learn something. Sometimes in life no matter how foolish the decision is to the outside world and even to God, maybe in the end you have to do what makes you happy. What makes you, you? What makes you a legend?
I am Legend.
I am Lucresia Linton.
I am Bambi.
Lucresialinton.com is a blog by Jazz singer, Lucresia Linton about God, sex, relationships, men, women and love. Lucresia Linton's aim is to reach, teach, squeeze, inspire, and learn from the world. Miss Linton is looking to talk with like-minded individuals in the hope that somewhere out there is a depth-defying, soul shaking love.
The truth?
One day Miss Ava turned to her and told her that she heard all her stories.
Every single one.
Heartbroken, Lucresia Linton decided to turn to the internet. She believes that if God gives you lemons, then you must order your very rude child to make you a pitcher of lemonade and go find an audience elsewhere!
Miss Linton lives by the motto- "Let your life be a testimony to all that walk the face of the earth."
Miss Linton wants you to know that yes, she thought of that quote all by herself!
*Yes, Miss Linton likes to call her friends, "Possums". She has to have a nickname for everything! She was already using "Beaver" for something else.
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à toute à l'heure!
Possums,
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See you then.
L.
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