the cult of the ideal woman. silent era mignon. pass the baton.
a little diplomacy. a little electricity. and a waterfall of curls.
she moves with the fayre. I see her idling on Fifth Avenue and at work behind the counters of the stores.
besotted men plant young, leafless trees upside-down, roots in the air, simply because she wants it that way.
a groundbreaking end to The Broken Oath, and her name on the credits for the very first time.
screens, fans, and umbrella stands. or maybe lilies in a field of seclusion. she is stardom. she is the eternal question.
In memory of Florence Lawrence (January 2, 1886 – December 28, 1938), Mary Pickford (April 8, 1892 – May 29, 1979), and Marie Doro (May 25, 1882 – October 9, 1956)