Those of y'all who actually know me know that I'm obsessed with two Hollywood ladies.
One because she's adorable:
Seriously, what I'd give to have a kid that cute one day. I can't get enough of her. She's the prettiest little thing around, and she has an enviable wardrobe at 4 years old (yes, y'all . . . Suri turned 4 in April. Doesn't time fly)?
And one because she's grotesque:
I'm really sort of obsessed with the
Cat Woman, Jocelyn Wildenstein. (Click on Cat Woman for Mayra's post that inspired me to post an homage to The Lion Queen). For a while, I was reading all up on her and poring over her life and making everyone I know look at pictures of her. She's so fascinating . . . in a terribly tragic sort of way. Did you know that she's reportedly spent 4 MILLION DOLLARS on plastic surgery? And that she asked her surgeon to make her look feline to play to her then-husband's tastes? Man oh man. I am so fixated on her that I even wrote a poem about her for my Wednesday night Cobras poetry/dinner/wine group:
Jocelyn
Bride of Wildenstein, your gaze
interrupts the sun—eyes drawn up to nowhere
some unimaginable constellation
Hercules strangled him because
Leo’s hide was unpuncturable by stone,
if you tried to think of a million ways to die—
Everything is some shade of yellow. Every day
is Tuesday. There’s a sweet synchronicity
to the way 7 o’clock exhales in surrender:
Okay, it’s over, you can rest. Lie down, sleep,
it’s all right if you die a little bit. Your skin
is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen.
The Eiffel Tower is slowly crumbling.
I swear I heard this dragonfly talking—shrillest
pitch—said her face is aglow with
radioactive heat. Please believe me—
I saw you at a café with your son. He looks at you
with a tender fear, jaundiced
in your shadow. Butterflies abuzz
swarm your head in awe. This is our landing patch.
This is our blonde mausoleum. This is
the most beautiful tragedy
That's my unedited ode to Jocelyn . . . maybe I'll have to write a whole series about her. I kind of love her. And fear her. Mostly, though, I fear her.
Happy Friday! I'm off to 21st Amendment and then to the Giants' game with my peeps--yay weekend!
