Tuesday, 28 September 2010
When I went to Hollywood in 1927, the girls were wearing lumpy sweaters and skirts. I was wearing sleek suits and half naked beaded gowns.
I learned how to act by watching Martha Graham dance and I learned how to dance by watching Charles Chaplin act.
A well dressed woman, even though her purse is painfully empty, can conquer the world.
The great art of films does not consist in descriptive movement of face and body, but in the movements of thought and soul transmitted in a kind of intense isolation.
In my dreams I am not crippled. In my dreams, I dance.
Photo by Eugene Robert Richee, circa 1928.