![]() ![]() The celebrations of herself on display throughout the apartment evinced no false modesty. Once Mae had achieved perfection by her own standards, she hated any change. The furniture was upholstered in eggshellwhite silk and satin, and appeared virginal, as if it had just been moved in for my visit. The apartment in Hollywood's Ravenswood was truly an extension of Mae West. To the end, she nobly resisted any assault on her fairytale castle. "I considered spending my time with girls a waste of time, so I didn't mingle with any." The only exceptions were her beloved mother and her sister.įor Mae West, Hollywood had real unreality, and that was the way she liked it. "They always sent a man," she told me, not specifying who "they" were. If she were going to see anyone at all, a man would have been preferable any day, and especially any night. I had cost her three hours, but it would have been double that if I had been a man. She already knew all the people she wanted to know, especially in light of the hours she felt compelled to spend on hair, makeup and dress before she could see anyone. Mae West had been giving no interviews at all. There's nothing better in life than diamonds." Knowing what you want is the first step toward getting it. But you've gotta try, and you've gotta know how to try. She studied me, then said encouragingly, "You could, honey. ![]()
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