I haven’t posted anything in color since 27, rue de Fleurus and I’m not going to this week either. I get a weekly newsletter from AnOther Magazine, a twice-yearly published magazine out of London. It says about itself that “Its blend of high fashion and world-class photography with features on the arts, politics and literature continues to make each beautifully crafted edition a collectors’ item. … AnOther Website transposes AnOther Magazine’s passion for placing high fashion in a cultural context to the digital world.”
It runs a feature called “A daily edit of our favourite blogs.” One day the photo below was its favourite from a blog named awesome people hanging out together. I can see why. Somebody must have said something hilarious. The photographer was not credited. The title of the picture is simply …
“James Dean and Elizabeth Taylor”
James Dean is wearing a cowboy hat because he and Taylor are on location near Marfa in the high desert of West Texas for the 1956 film, GIANT, from the novel by Edna Ferber. James Dean posthumously won an Academy Award – Best Actor for his role as Jett Rink. Unfortunately, he was killed in a car crash before the film was released.
I changed my mind about posting in color. I remembered I had the poster shown below, back in the days when I didn’t have art matted and framed. It’s from the 1984 biography BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS: THE LIFE. TIMES AND LEGEND OF JAMES DEAN by Paul Alexander.
A book review on EW.com (Entertainment Weekly) on July 22, 1994 (although I’m sure I bought the poster maybe 10 years earlier) pretty much skewers the book. The review begins with a quote not in the book:
“This glorifying of Dean is all wrong,” Marlon Brando told Truman Capote in 1957 for a New Yorker article. He went on to say that Dean ”wasn’t a hero” but ”a lost boy trying to find himself.”
Reviewed by L.S. Klepp, she went on to say, “Dean has something in common with another icon, J.D. Salinger’s lost-boy antihero Holden Caulfield. There’s something radically innocent and unworldly in his defiant and painfully vulnerable sensitivity. It’s the aura of purity in Dean’s screen presence that condensed after his death into a halo, and has made him the object of a quasireligious cult.
“Some of the most intriguing pages in Boulevard of Broken Dreams: The Life, Times, and Legend of James Dean, Paul Alexander’s steamy and soggy biography, are about the rituals of the cult, or Deaners, as the most devout fans call themselves … “
People always think something’s all true. ~ J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 2