Yesterday was a pivotal day for me: I've been in agony for ages, a dental issue, and yesterday sat on the top of a double decker bus in the most glorious sunshine, to go back to my original private dentist and had emergency root canal. It's as if a car alarm has been going off in my head these past days, weeks, even months, and now all is peacefully quiet.
After the dentist, I was walking through the park with my husband, one side of my face totally numb, and the sun was out and the flowers up and it was like heaven on earth. It was only last night when I heard that Elizabeth Taylor died, aged 79. And I wanted to pay homage to one of the great Dames of our cinema history. I can't think of any actress or celebrity today (can you?) who has the scale or power or range of stardom that she did in her day. Looking through photos available to the public (this one is by Richard Avedon: I tinted the black and white contact sheet: the red marks is his), and I realised the range of her style: hair styles changed, make up, clothes, but she was always stunning, otherworldly, with her pale skin and jet black hair and luminescent lavender grey-green eyes.
But the first thought that went through my head when I heard she died was: now she is with Richard Burton. The romantic in me loves the idea that while they could not live together, they were the love of each others' lives. In the future, when we hear thunderbolts and see lightening in the night's sky, I'd like to think it will be Dick and Liz, passionately fighting and even more passionately making up.