A fan with a delivery for Marilyn was fifteen-year-old Michael Thorton, who went on to become a highly successful author and critic. Michael was staying with friends during the summer holidays when he heard that Marilyn had arrived. After some initial research he discovered her address and set off on his bike, complete with some hand-picked roses strapped to the handlebars: “On arrival in the tiny village of Englefield Green, my breathless enquiries to highly suspicious locals—already alienated by the descent of countless Fleet Street reporters—elicited the information that Parkside House was in Wick Lane, which I eventually found. The house was white, with tall white windows and white chimneys, extremely attracted and very secluded, with a long drive through trees and hedges. I parked my bike opposite the main entrance, undid the rapidly wilting roses, and waited…and waited…and waited.
In all, I think I must have been there for several hours, and finally a large black car drove up and turned into the drive. Inside I saw two men in the front (one the driver), and another man and two ladies in the back, one wearing a headscarf and large dark glasses. I later learned that next to the driver was a plain-clothes detective, that the man in the back was Arthur Miller, and the second woman, rather plain, round-faced and dumpy. was Paula Strasberg. The figure in the headscarf and dark glasses was Marilyn.
I moved up the drive, into a position where they could all see me standing with my bunch of wilting roses. The policeman/detective came towards me, waving his hands, and said, ‘This is private property. You cannot come into the drive.’ At that moment, the lady in the headscarf and dark glasses divested herself of both and became instantly recognizable as the devastating siren I had only lately seen in The Seven Year Itch. In her unmistakably breathy voice, she called: ‘Hey, don’t send him away.’
She came trotting forward in a rather tight dress and white high heels, moved around the police officer and said ‘Hello, honey, are you waiting to see me?’ (in a tone that suggested that was the most unlikely thing in the world). I was conscious of blushing, and stammered seriously: ‘Miss Monroe, I just wanted to say welcome to England, and to give you these,” and I handed her the wilting roses.
The expression on her face and in her eyes was as if I had handed her something priceless from Cartier. ‘Oh, sweetheart, that is so lovely of you.’ I noticed that her blonde hair was rather disheveled—possibly the result of wearing a wig—and that her face and eyes had traces of screen make-up that had not been entirely removed. There was nothing grand or standoffish about her. One might have thought she had never been given flowers before in her life, and her simplicity of manner certainly did not suggest that this was the most famous woman in the world.
Behind her I saw her stern-faced husband, in heavy horn-rimmed glasses, glowering and frowning at this encounter. He then called out to her in a very autocratic voice: ‘Will you come into the house now please?’
'How old are you honey?' she asked. 'I'm fifteen,' I said. 'Fifteen? And you went to all this trouble to bring me these? I'm going to go and put them in water right away. Thank you, my darling.'
She turned towards the detective, then turned back, and to my amazement, she planted a very gentle kiss full on my lips—the sort of innocent kiss a child might give. ‘Bye, bye, honey,’ she called as she walked away, leaving me in a state of disbelief.
The detective said, ‘Don’t go telling your school friends where the house is, will you?’ I promised I wouldn’t.
- Marilyn Monroe: Private and Confidential by Michelle Morgan
Marilyn Monroe by Eve Arnold on the set of The Misfits, 1960.
I’m having a clear out and thought I may as well have a giveaway!
Marilyn Monroe Giveaway:
- Ballerina sitting poster (will be sent desperately)
- 100 Marilyn Monroe collectors cards
- 5 postcards
- Images of Marilyn Monroe book
- Milton’s Marilyn book
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I’ll pick a winner on Sunday 14th September at 7pm (GMT) and will message them for their address.
"Sort of cools the ankles, doesn’t it?"
Marilyn Monroe by Andre De Dienes, 1949.
There is always so much I want to say about the death of Marilyn Monroe, mostly because of all the controversy that lags behind it. Suicide? Overdose? Its so cruel to make such unknown assumptions that this beautiful and kind hearted human being could harm herself in such uncanny ways. I believe and always will believe she was murdered, and it saddens me to believe this, but just knowing that she was taken so unfairly and tragically its heart wrenching. The year of 1962 was turning into a happy time for her, she was discovering herself and her new found freedom, a home and the comfort it brought her. And just like that, it was over. I will always see that glow that emanated from her, and picture her turning around with a surprised expression, ending in only to express kind eyes and a warm smile. “Goodnight honey”, she said in a breathy tone. “Norma Jeane was always a butterfly. She was beautiful all her life, within and without. Like all beautiful butterflies, she had to fly away.” (June 1st, 1926-August 4th, 1962)
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Marilyn Monroe leaving Polyclinic Hospital after her gall bladder operation, 1961.
Marilyn Monroe on the set of There’s No Business Like Show Business, 1954.
Marilyn Monroe photographed by George Barris, 1962
"I saw her bodily - Marilyn - for the first time and I was struck as by an apparition in a fairy tale. Well, she’s beautiful - anybody can notice this, and she represents a certain myth of what we call in France ‘la femme eternelle’. On the other hand, there’s something extremely alert and vivid in her, an intelligence. It’s her personality, it’s a glance, it’s something very tenuous, very vivid, that disappears quickly, that appears again.
You see, it’s all these elements of her beauty and also her intelligence that makes the actress not only a model but a real woman expressing herself. Like many people, I heard many things that she had said, but last night I had the pleasure of having dinner next to her and I saw that these things came fluidly all the time… all these amusing remarks, precise, pungent, direct. It was flowing all the time. It was almost a quality of naivete… and it was completely natural.
In her you feel the woman, and also the great discipline as an actress. She’s American and it’s very clear that she is—she’s very good that way; one has to be local to be universal.”
- Henri Cartier-Bresson
Marilyn Monroe in costume tests for Niagara, 1952.
Marilyn Monroe photographed by Milton Greene, 1954
Marilyn photographed by Milton Greene, 1955.
A rare photograph of Marilyn Monroe, Paula Strasberg and Billy Wilder on the set of Some Like It Hot, 1958. Marilyn was 2-3 months pregnant in this photograph.