At around the 5:30 mark, Ross Hunter is their with his Lesbian beard Lizbeth Scott. The Gays made a fabulous presence even in 1963!
Good eye - I thought so! I love her long straight pageboy 'do, too.God, Nancy Reagan was a hag even back then, and just stayed that way.
I wanted to insert myself directly into this clip and live there . . . I'm glad to see Zsa Zsa is an Elizabeth Arden's girl, too; my mother was always loyal to them.
I know! Don't you just want to LIVE in that clip? And you've completely forgotten the husband's name by the end, as I'm sure Zsa Zsa has, too. Oh, I want that painting of her!
Donna, the first thing I thought was "I want that painting" (great minds etc). I almost lapsed into a happiness coma watching this. I love the way they introduced "new star" Geraldine Chaplin: "look at new star Geraldine Chaplin's bust... oh..she has a face too?".
like ancient 8MM silent film. the audio was added later.the name of the announcer, maybe john something(?) ended up in boston (in the 80s) on a morning show with a beautiful black woman.
I always secretly loved Zsa Zsa. (After she slapped that cop she was sort of persona non-grata here.) And her sister Eva. I would love to hang with her still. Even if her husband is so fame craving he'd claim to be the father of Anna Nicole Smith's child.
an explosive gown, hair piled high and chinchilla - I miss the 60's something turrible
Norma - that must be why he sounds so familiar! I'm a (former) Bostonian and one of my jobs (with Mavis, no less) was transcribing news programs. We had a blast.DD: when I was a kid, I pictured myself as an adult with big hair, a mink stole, opera gloves, in an aqua cadillac. Sometimes Robert Conrad would figure into the equation.
i know it was WCVB....it may have been called "good day". the woman maybe was janet (just thought of it) langhart. she may have married a politician.
Dammit, I want a girl from Elizabeth Arden to come by every day and coax my wiglet into breath-taking barrel curls, too . . .
She picked the right coat.
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