Showing posts with label Richard Burton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Richard Burton. Show all posts
05 May, 2011
03 February, 2011
13 December, 2009
16 August, 2009
Lunching at Alexis:
"We went to lunch ate Baron de Redé's house, and had a delicious lunch of fish of some kind, followed by a partridge, and a magnificent ice cream with nuts and cake on it. There were three wines, label-less, and brandy equally anonymous, but all very good. Two devastating wars and crippling taxes, and the moneyed aristocracy still live like aristos. I noticed that every glass still had wine in it when we left. Is it considered impolite to drain your glass when you rise to leave? If so, I was impolite"
by Richard Burton
17 July, 2009
Burton on Warhol:
After attending Le Bal Proust that Marie-Hélène de Rothschild gave in 1971 at her Château de Ferrières, Richard Burton - two times Elizabeth Taylor's husband -, who surprisingly was a very good diarist, observed on the man sitting opposite to him at the party:
"He looked like a cadaver when still and a failure of plastic surgery when he moved which was seldom. He was eye-brown-less and eye-lash-less and atrociously wigged or dyed with snow-white hair at the front of his head and to the crown, and nondescript brownish, rather like mine, hair at the back. His face was hideously pasted with make-up and had odd lumps on it, a face made of putty by an inept child"
"He looked like a cadaver when still and a failure of plastic surgery when he moved which was seldom. He was eye-brown-less and eye-lash-less and atrociously wigged or dyed with snow-white hair at the front of his head and to the crown, and nondescript brownish, rather like mine, hair at the back. His face was hideously pasted with make-up and had odd lumps on it, a face made of putty by an inept child"
Only then he was told that the curious man was Andy Warhol...
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