Today’s blogling... it’s a short blog... a blogette perhaps... or just a “bl”... no matter, today’s offering is about Marilyn Monroe.
As some of you will know, even though I have attempted to write about Marilyn’s life, I have never claimed to be an “expert”; in fact, compared to some of the people I have met via Facebook, my subject knowledge is on the poor side of unimpressive. I guess that Hollywood reared its head quite late on in my life... sport dominated my spare time until a combination of a chronic hip condition and an enduring lack of ability finally defeated me.
As a brief coincidental digression, I was working at a blood donor session at Teesside University earlier today when I saw two students sitting on the adjoining table discussing what looked to be a hip bone. Being a friendly soul, I asked what course they were doing... they said radiography (worryingly I thought they said geography), but the girls then listened intently to me relate the story of my femoro-acetabular impingement (diagnosis and prognosis thereof). At the end they actually said they’d enjoyed the chat and that my condition would have made for an interesting study. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t usually talk to random strangers... my shallow justification is that they were both really pretty..!
Anyway...where was I? Whilst I might not be able to recognise even a small percentage of the screen stars of years gone by and I definitely haven’t watched that many films, I have written three bios (Marilyn, Jean Harlow and Marie Prevost) and hopefully my knowledge will continue to grow over time. That said, there’s nothing like a good photo to distract from mediocre writing style and content and one thing’s for sure, there are some truly stunning pictures of Marilyn out there. I honestly don’t know if I could pick one favourite, although I really like some of the shots that Alfred Eisenstaedt took in 1953 – a time when Marilyn just exuded health, beauty and vitality. God they sound like three benefits of dog food... sorry!
The truth is that for the majority of the time (even when she was suffering mentally or physically), Marilyn was a consummate professional and the click of a camera shutter usually produced amazing results. Of the photos I’ve seen, Sam Shaw seemed to get some wonderful natural shots of Marilyn (see the lovely carefree photo at the top of the page) – I’m assuming she liked and trusted him (Marijane it’s over to you...) and the enchanting, almost candid picture at the foot of the blog was (I believe) taken by Allan Grant quite late on in Marilyn’s life...
I’m not sure who took the equally lovely one in the middle, but whilst it’s hard to deny that this young lady was outwardly gorgeous, what makes Marilyn Monroe so special is that what lay below the surface was every bit as remarkable.
All my own work... almost.