Monday, August 31, 2009
Lyrics that include Sharon Tate
I found an interesting person who included Sharon in their lyrics:
http://www.lovelyrics.info/4013-ash-pacific-palisades.html
Ash -- Pacific Palisades
You were standing on the shore
Listening to the ocean roar
The sea was tangled in your hair
Emortal young and free of cares
You let the night lull you away to
Dark pacific palisades yeah
Wait for the summer
It’ll come round again
It’s coming down in sheets of rain
Water’s running in the drain
I lie with candles by my bed
Brian Wilson in my head
Dennis Wilson Sharon Tate
Drak pacific Palisades yeah
Wait for the summer it’ll come round again
Dragged down by the undertow
I know I can’t live forever
She is fire in my soul
I know I can’t live without her
All I have is in my head
Only you can understand yeah wait for the summer
It’ll come round again
You were standing on the shore
Listening to the ocean roar
The sea was tangled in your hair
Emortal young and free of cares
You let the night lull you away to
Dark pacific palisades yeah
Wait for the summer
It’ll come round again
Wait for the summer
It’ll come round again
Yeah wait for the summer
It’ll come round again.
A lot of the lyrics pertaining to the girl also sound like Sharon. Let me know what you think? Any comments?
Sunday, August 30, 2009
A Poem About Undying Love for Roman Polanski and Sharon Tate
I found this nice poem today about undying love and it made me think of how much Roman loved Sharon and still does...
My Undying Love
Author: Anonymous
I love you like the sun in the sky
Or maybe how a bird is destined to fly
Even more than a mother loves her child
Or all the animals running in the wild
A pedal to a rose
And everyone knows
It's more that just love
Soring around like a white turtle dove
Tears for joy and tears for pain
It's like standing out in the hot summer rain
It's more than the sound of your sweet gentle name
More than a predator loves its game
Words can't sum up the way that I feel
But I'll definitely say
These feelings are real
And as Sent from above
I'm here to give you my undying love
So in closing my dear
I pray I've made it rather clear
You mean everything to me
My sweet heart can't you see
I can't get enough of your endless touch
Oh my sweet baby, I love you so much!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Photo of the Week: Sharon Tate Publicity from Valley of the Dolls
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Debra Tate to appear on Larry King Live
Tuesday, September 1
Exclusive! Former Charles Manson disciple Linda Kasabian on the murders that shocked the world. The star witness in the case against Manson speaks publicly for the first time in decades.
Plus, the sister of Sharon Tate, Debra, sits down with Larry.
And, prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi on the impact the crime continues to have 40 years later.
Email Your questions!
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From:http://www.cnn.com/CNN/Programs/larry.king.live/
Plus... Our comparison photo of the week from Tammie. Thanks Tammie!
It is Jessica Simpson and Sharon...
Exclusive! Former Charles Manson disciple Linda Kasabian on the murders that shocked the world. The star witness in the case against Manson speaks publicly for the first time in decades.
Plus, the sister of Sharon Tate, Debra, sits down with Larry.
And, prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi on the impact the crime continues to have 40 years later.
Email Your questions!
iReport.com: Send your questions!
From:http://www.cnn.com/CNN/Programs/larry.king.live/
Plus... Our comparison photo of the week from Tammie. Thanks Tammie!
It is Jessica Simpson and Sharon...
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009
One of Sharon's friends dies, Author Dominick Dunne
Best-selling author and journalist Dominick Dunne died Wednesday at age 83 after a battle with bladder cancer. His family said the cancer did not prevent Dunne from working and socializing.
He knew Sharon in the 1960s when he was a producer. He also had great admiration for Sharon's mother Doris fighting for victims rights. He himself had one daughter who was strangled by a former boyfriend. His daughter, Dominque, fell into a coma shortly afterwards and died, having never regained consciousness.
All this made me think of an article Dunne wrote for Vanity Fair April 2001:
Murder Most Unforgettable
Dominick Dunne's Diary
Recuperating from over-radiation, the author found himself drawn back into one of his past’s grimmest chapters: August 1969, when Hollywood learned of the murders of actress Sharon Tate, celebrity hairstylist Jay Sebring, and three others by the Charles Manson family – a crime that changed the town forever.
Rudolph Giuliani had better luck with his radiation than I did. Mine turned out to be a disaster. I got over-radiated in a private area and suffered terrible pain-three weeks of it. They don’t warn you about the pain. As a result, I’ve been staying home nights until things clear up, and to my amazement I’m enjoying the quiet life. What with the Internet and the fax and the telephone, I’m always up-to-date on the kind of news that interests me-for instance, what’s happening with the Edmond Safra death and the Michael Skakel trial and why Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman are breaking up. I watched videos of all the Oscar-eligible movies and sent in my ballot to the Academy. You’re not supposed to tell how you voted, so I won’t. One night in January, as I was channel surfing, I came across a two-hour documentary about the 1969 murder of the actress Sharon Tate and four other people by the so-called Charles Manson family on the E! channel. Oh, God, I don’t want to watch that, I thought. I didn’t want to dig up those awful memories. But I couldn’t bring myself to change channels, and for one whole part of the program I just stood there in front of the set, transfixed, too engrossed even to sit down.
Anyone who was living in Beverly Hills on August 9, 1969, or who was part of the motion-picture world, remembers vividly that Saturday morning, when the news began to filter out that there had been a murderous rampage on Cielo Drive at the home of the film director Roman Polanski. Telephones started to ring all over the community. My brother and sister-in-law the writers John Gregory Dunne and Joan Didion recently reminded me that they had been at the home of my wife, Lenny, from whom I had recently separated, when she got the call from Natalie Wood about the brutal slaying of our friends Sharon Tate and Jay Sebring. Natalie always had the latest news ahead of everyone else, but this kind of news was out of the ordinary. The immediate interpretation, once the shock of the mass murder had set in, was that the huge party we had all been living was over. Suddenly everyone felt unsafe.
“We used to think, Drugs aren’t bad, life is great-but it all ended that day,” says George Hamilton on the telephone from Los Angeles. George was in Palm Springs when he heard. He was with Alana Collins, whom he would soon marry, and Peter Lawford. “Everyone felt personally involved,” he recalls, because so many people from all walks of life had passed though the house on Cielo Drive in the short time that Roman and Sharon lived there. “Roman brought a dark energy to the house,” George says. For the next four months, until the Manson family was arrested, there was fear in the air. Who was going to be next?
“We were all running around with guns in our purses,” Michelle Phillips of the Mamas and the Papas tells me. “We all suspected each other. It was the most bizarre period of my life. I didn’t trust anyone. It could have been anyone, as far as I was concerned. The last conversation I ever had with Sharon was about wallpaper for her nursery. Do you remember Peter Hurkos, the psychic? He put his hand on my stomach and said, ‘You have to carry a gun at all times, loaded and cocked.’ I carried one for three months. The police were questioning everyone. Everyone was flushing drugs down the toilet. For some reason, they suspected my husband, John Phillips. ‘Would your husband have any reason to have any animosity toward anyone in that house?’ they asked me. I told them I had had a night in London with Roman. I felt bad about that, because of Sharon.”
One day during the O.J.Simpson trial, Warren Beatty suggested that I write about the Sharon Tate murders, but for a long time I resisted the idea. As I reminded Warren, the prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi had covered the case thoroughly in his amazing book, Helter Skelter. Warren said, “Vince knew the bad guys,” meaning the Manson gang. “But you and Lenny knew the movie people. You knew the life they lived. It was the crowd from the Daisy that went in and out of the house on Cielo Drive.” He was right. We had known them all. The Daisy was the first of the private discotheques in the city, where the young and the rich twisted and boogied away the nights in a town famous for going to bed early. The skirts were short. The girls were beautiful, the guys were handsome. On any given night, if you managed to get in, which could be difficult, you were apt to see Joan Collins, Michael Caine, Ryan O’Neal, Mia Farrow, Jane Fonda, Warren Beatty, the Sinatra sisters, and maybe a Vegas figure or two. The Polanskis were often there. So was Jay Sebring. You could slip out to the garden in back for a snort or a toke. The smell of pot was often in the air. It sounds absurd to call the scene innocent, but it was. Everybody knew everybody. It was a nightly party, even though plenty of dramas took place there. Frank Sinatra, who had taken a dislike to me, once paid the Daisy’s maitre d’ 50 bucks to hit me. Back then 50 bucks was a lot of money. The place was owned by a glamorous couple named Jack and Sally Hansen, who were very much a part of the scene themselves. They also owned Jax, the wildly successful Beverly Hills shop that changed the cut of women’s slacks. One night after the murders, Michelle Phillips was waving a gun around at the bar. Sally Jansen said quietly, “Darling, put the gun away.”
There was a lot of gossip the house on Cielo Drive had gotten a notorious reputation after the Polanskis moved in. From the start, people speculated that drugs had been involved. The police had found drugs in Jay Sebring’s black Porsche, which was parked outside the house. People were also saying that there videotapes of orgies, including one of two famous stars having sex. (Years later, when I was covering the O. J. Simpson trial, I became friends with Vince Bugliosi, who had successfully prosecuted the Manson family, all of whom received life in prison. I asked him about the dirty videos, and he said no such tapes had ever been found.)
At the time of the murders, I was in New York, executive-producing the film The Boys in the Band. Lenny phoned me with the news, and I flew back to Los Angeles for a few days. People were sending their children out of town for safety, and ours were going to my mother-in-law’s ranch outside San Diego. People were buying firearms and attack dogs for protection. Steve McQueen packed a gun at Jay Sebring’s funeral, where he gave one of the eulogies. The Tate murders marked the beginning of bodyguards for the famous, and elaborate alarm systems, and high walls and gates.
"My home was on Angelo Drive, right around the corner from Cielo,” says Rona Barrett when I telephoned her. At that time, Rona was the reigning queen of gossip in Hollywood, a combination of Hedda Hopper and Louella Parsons for the television age. She was a fret reporter when she went after a story, but she annoyed a lot of people with her fierce tenacity. Once, I saw Mia Farrow throw a drink in Rona’s face at a party at Laurence Harvey’s in Malibu after Rona had said something on the air that Mia didn’t like. I remember that Rona handled the situation with grace. Rona was the first reporter to arrive at the Polanski house after word of the murders leaked out. “I got a call saying something bad had happened at Sharon and Roman’s house. I got in the car and went. I got up the driveway and into the parking area. I saw a sedan there. There was a dead body behind the steering wheel. Then a whole group of detectives converged on the property. I saw them covering another body on the lawn. Then the police said, ‘Please, leave.’” There were quickly rumors of a hit list of famous people. “Metromedia gave me a private guard,” says Rona.
The body behind the steering wheel was an 18-year-old named Steven Parent. He didn’t even know any of the celebrities inside the house. He had driven up to visit the caretaker of the property, and he was shot and killed by Manson-family member Charles “Tex” Watkins as he was leaving to go home. The body on the lawn that Rona saw being covered was a Polish friend of Roman’s named Voytek Frykowski. After having been shot and stabbed in the living room, where he was sleeping, he had run outdoors, and there he died of his wounds. He was the lover of the coffee heiress Abigail Folger, known as Gibby, another of the five victims. In an interview, Polanski later said about his childhood friend that he had little talent but that he was a charmer. Frykowski was also involved in drugs. To this day, there are those in the community who firmly believe that the murders were the result of a drug deal gone bad between Voytek Frykowski and Charles Manson.
On a recent trip to Paris, I thought of looking up Roman to see if he would talk about the tragedy from his point of view. He was in a horrible position when he returned from England after the murders. There was probably no more photographed man in the world at that moment than Roman Polanski, returning to a home that was now a crime scene with yellow tape around it after his magnificent wife and their about-to-be-born child had both been slashed to death. His close pals, such as Warren Beatty, Jack Nicholson, and Robert Evans, the glamorous head of Paramount Studios, rallied around him. Since there was no place Roman could go without being besieged by reporters, Evans took him in behind the gates of his French manor house off Coldwater Canyon. He also hung out in Betty’s suite in the Beverly Wilshire hotel and in a place rigged up for him at Paramount Studios. Meanwhile, word spread that the kinds of movies he made, such as Rosemary’s Baby, had helped create the atmosphere for the catastrophe that had come down on him.
Before leaving for Paris, I contacted Bob Evans and Warren Beatty and Jeff Berg, the head of ICM, who is Roman’s agent and friend, to see if they would approach Roman about setting up a meting. Bob Evans and I had recently made up after not speaking for many years, and he confided that he felt funny about calling Roman, because they hadn’t been in touch for a while. Then Jeff Berg told me that Roman simply didn’t want to talk about the murders ever again. I understood that, because I’ve had my own version of what happened to him. There comes a time when you just can’t discuss it anymore. Although I passed his apartment in Paris, I didn’t make any attempt to see him. I knew Roman slightly, but we had never been friends. Sharon was the one who was my friend, and I had met her through Jay Sebring, one of the remarkable Hollywood figures at that time. He was the first celebrity barber, and he became part of the scene. He was also part of Warren Beatty’s composite character in the film Shampoo.
Jay was a wonderful guy. When he was in a good mood, he could be as funny as anyone I ever knew. I think he had a social hang-up about being a barber, feeling that it put him on a lower step than the crowd he palled around with. He craved acceptance. He lived in the house where Jean Harlow’s husband Paul Bern had committed suicide shortly after they were married, and where Hollywood lore has it that Louis B. Mayer, the head of MGM, and Howard Strickling, the chief of publicity, had destroyed his suicide note before the police arrived. Paul Newman and Steve McQueen were Jay’s special buddies. They all loved motorcycles. Jay used to get himself up in leather, and an expression of bliss would come over his face when he was gripping the handlebars of his motorcycle. He also drove a Porsche, in which the Police found marijuana and cocaine the morning after the murders. The first time I dropped acid, I dropped it with Jay. He brought it over to my house on Walden Drive one time when Lenny and the kids were at her mother’s ranch.
Jay was credited with launching the trend of hairstyling for men. He was called a hairstylist, never a barber. Practically every male movie star in town went to him. He brought out his own line of products. He hired a wigmaker in the San Fernando Valley named Ziggy Geikke, who turned out some of the best rugs in the movie business. Jay had a private room for his steady clients so that they wouldn’t have to be seen by the other customers I had a regular appointment every third week, and it was in that room that I met Sharon Tate. She would often be sitting there in a chair, just to be with Jay as he worked. She looked so young that I thought at first she was coming there after school she wore her blond hair straight and long. She was quiet and friendly and smiled a lot at our conversations. Jay was so proud of her. He couldn’t stop looking at her. It was as if he couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend that beautiful I’ve never seen a guy more madly in love than Jay was with Sharon.
Sharon wanted to be an actress in the worst way. God knows, she was pretty enough, and one day her big break came. She got a part in a picture called Eye of the Devil, starring David Niven and Deborah Kerr, in which she played a French country girl with the powers of a witch. Sharon was ecstatic, and Jay was ecstatic for her. The movie was being shot in England, and before Sharon left, we drank champagne in Jay’s private room and wished her well. What none of us knew that day was that we were seeing the end of Sharon and Jay. In England she met and fell in love with Roman Polanski, who directed her in The Fearless Vampire Killers and co-starred opposite her. Charles Champlin of the Los Angeles Times described her as “a visual adornment” to Polanski. Jay was devastated by the turn of the event. It was painful to see his sadness over losing Sharon.
I lost track of Sharon for a while after that. She made several films, the most important being Valley of the Dolls. In January 1968, she and Roman got married at a London registry office. When they came back to Beverly Hills, they rented the rambling ranch-style house at 10050 Cielo Drive. The owner of the house was Rudi Autobelli, a personal manager for film stars. Terry Melcher, Doris Day’s son, had lived there with Candice Bergen before Roman and Sharon. It would soon become a famous party house.
One night in 1969, I was at a party at Tony Curtis’s. Tony had fantastic taste in art and furnishings. The first Balthus painting I ever saw was in his house. He had two of them. In those days he lived in a beautiful Mediterranean villa just off Sunset Boulevard in Holmby Hills. Next to Tony lived Jayne Mansfield, in her pink palace with the heart-shaped swimming pool. Tony was recently divorced from his second wife, the German film star Christine Kaufmann, and had just married the beautiful model Leslie Allen. His rose garden was lovely. As I remember it all these years later, there were gravel pathways between the beds of roses and boxwood borders. At one point that night, I went out into the garden, and there was Sharon, all alone, walking on a path by the white roses in full bloom. She was pregnant, and dressed in something white and billowing. It was like a scene in a movie, watching her. She made me think of Daisy Buchanan in The Great Gatsby.
Since she had become Mrs. Polanski, I hadn’t seen her as much as I had when she was with Jay. We talked about old times at the barbershop and the marvelous turns her life had taken. I was smoking a joint, and she took a few tokes. Everybody smoked joints back then. It was no big deal. She was joyous about having the baby, and she had never looked more beautiful. She spoke with fret affection about Jay, and told me that he had become a family friend to her and Roman. There were rumors that all was not well in her marriage, but no such thing came up in our conversation. The baby seemed to be the solution to everything. I have always remembered that little interlude, because it was the last time I ever saw her. As always, she was dear, sweet, and utterly nice. After a while we went back in to the party.
William Tennant, who was Sharon’s agent, had the horrible task of identifying the bodies. He was close to Roman and Sharon, and Jay cut his hair. He was playing tennis that Saturday morning when he heard about the murders. He got to Cielo Drive around noon, still wearing his tennis whites. After identifying Sharon, Jay, Abigail, and Voytek, he broke down and sobbed. Then he called Roman Polanski in London and broke the news to him. Bill was a handsome young guy who would later become an executive at Warner Bros. Popular about town, he was a regular at the Daisy. We had a mutual friend in a doomed Hollywood agent named Billy Belasco. Billy died in an automobile crash on Sunset Boulevard after he let the waiter he’d picked up at the Palm Restaurant drive his Jenson convertible 80 miles an hour when they were both allegedly on Quaaludes it happened the night before the memorial service Billy was going to host at his house in Bel Air for Sal Mineo, who had been stabbed to death in a garage. Billy was that kind of doomed.
They say William Tennant was never the same after identifying the bodies. Jay had been stabbed and shot. Sharon had been stabbed 16 times, and her baby died in her womb. Whenever I saw him, I wanted to ask what it had been like, but Tennant never talked about it, and I never had the nerve to bring it up. Even 32 years later, he declined to appear on the E! channel film about Sharon Tate and her death.
In the years before Jay was killed, he had been training a young apprentice named Joe Torrenueva to style hair in the manner he had created, as well as to run his ever-expanding business in hair products for men. Joe was the first person I called after I heard about Jay’s death. I could hear the grief in his voice. Joe had always understood what a unique character Jay Sebring was, with his own special place in the world of the famous. Today, Joe has a shop in Beverly Hills called Torrenueva, where he caters to a lot of big names in the film and television worlds, many of his customers, like me, used to be Jay’s clients, so there’s a long history. These days I live on the opposite coast, but every time I’m in Los Angeles, I go and have a haircut with Joe, in his private room. He shows me pictures of his grandkids, and I tell him about my granddaughter, but we always end up talking about Jay. He was a part of our lives that we shared.
The fame Jay craved came to him by way of his death, not his life. He and Sharon were sitting on her bed talking when the killers burst into the room. Jay, lean and trim, could have held his own in any fight, but knives and guns were something else. They got Jay first. Right up to the last moment of his life, his thoughts were with Sharon. Dying, he cried out to the killers to spare her because she was pregnant. The killers didn’t care.
Sharon Tate has never faded from my thoughts, either. In 1982 my beautiful actress daughter, Dominique, was murdered. As a way of dealing with our grief, my former wife and I became involved in support groups for parents of murdered children. Through one of those groups we met Doris Tate, Sharon’s mother, who had become an advocate for the rights of victims of violent crimes. We found her inspirational. She had turned her loss into an effort to help people going through what she had gone through. Lenny and Doris got to know each other, and Doris brought out a fighting spirit in Lenny that I don’t think Lenny knew she possessed. In time Lenny founded her own group, called Justice for Homicide Victims, and the former President Bush presented her with a meal at the White House for her work. Doris is dead now, and so is Lenny.
Watching the E! channel documentary, I was particularly struck by the footage of Doris Tate at the parole hearing for Tex Watkins, who, along with Susan Atkins, had killed Sharon and her unborn child. Doris was there to prevent Tex from ever being granted parole. Oh, boy, was she tough as she spoke directly to him: “What mercy, sir, did you show my daughter when she was begging for her life? Are those …victims…going to walk out of their graves when you get paroled? When will I come up for parole? Can you tell me that?” on and on she went. No crying, no hysterics, just tough, straight talk, laced with contempt. You could see only a side angle of Tex Watkins’s face, but I saw shame on it.
I had tears running down my cheeks. “Go, Doris, go!” I yelled at the TV set.
He knew Sharon in the 1960s when he was a producer. He also had great admiration for Sharon's mother Doris fighting for victims rights. He himself had one daughter who was strangled by a former boyfriend. His daughter, Dominque, fell into a coma shortly afterwards and died, having never regained consciousness.
All this made me think of an article Dunne wrote for Vanity Fair April 2001:
Murder Most Unforgettable
Dominick Dunne's Diary
Recuperating from over-radiation, the author found himself drawn back into one of his past’s grimmest chapters: August 1969, when Hollywood learned of the murders of actress Sharon Tate, celebrity hairstylist Jay Sebring, and three others by the Charles Manson family – a crime that changed the town forever.
Rudolph Giuliani had better luck with his radiation than I did. Mine turned out to be a disaster. I got over-radiated in a private area and suffered terrible pain-three weeks of it. They don’t warn you about the pain. As a result, I’ve been staying home nights until things clear up, and to my amazement I’m enjoying the quiet life. What with the Internet and the fax and the telephone, I’m always up-to-date on the kind of news that interests me-for instance, what’s happening with the Edmond Safra death and the Michael Skakel trial and why Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman are breaking up. I watched videos of all the Oscar-eligible movies and sent in my ballot to the Academy. You’re not supposed to tell how you voted, so I won’t. One night in January, as I was channel surfing, I came across a two-hour documentary about the 1969 murder of the actress Sharon Tate and four other people by the so-called Charles Manson family on the E! channel. Oh, God, I don’t want to watch that, I thought. I didn’t want to dig up those awful memories. But I couldn’t bring myself to change channels, and for one whole part of the program I just stood there in front of the set, transfixed, too engrossed even to sit down.
Anyone who was living in Beverly Hills on August 9, 1969, or who was part of the motion-picture world, remembers vividly that Saturday morning, when the news began to filter out that there had been a murderous rampage on Cielo Drive at the home of the film director Roman Polanski. Telephones started to ring all over the community. My brother and sister-in-law the writers John Gregory Dunne and Joan Didion recently reminded me that they had been at the home of my wife, Lenny, from whom I had recently separated, when she got the call from Natalie Wood about the brutal slaying of our friends Sharon Tate and Jay Sebring. Natalie always had the latest news ahead of everyone else, but this kind of news was out of the ordinary. The immediate interpretation, once the shock of the mass murder had set in, was that the huge party we had all been living was over. Suddenly everyone felt unsafe.
“We used to think, Drugs aren’t bad, life is great-but it all ended that day,” says George Hamilton on the telephone from Los Angeles. George was in Palm Springs when he heard. He was with Alana Collins, whom he would soon marry, and Peter Lawford. “Everyone felt personally involved,” he recalls, because so many people from all walks of life had passed though the house on Cielo Drive in the short time that Roman and Sharon lived there. “Roman brought a dark energy to the house,” George says. For the next four months, until the Manson family was arrested, there was fear in the air. Who was going to be next?
“We were all running around with guns in our purses,” Michelle Phillips of the Mamas and the Papas tells me. “We all suspected each other. It was the most bizarre period of my life. I didn’t trust anyone. It could have been anyone, as far as I was concerned. The last conversation I ever had with Sharon was about wallpaper for her nursery. Do you remember Peter Hurkos, the psychic? He put his hand on my stomach and said, ‘You have to carry a gun at all times, loaded and cocked.’ I carried one for three months. The police were questioning everyone. Everyone was flushing drugs down the toilet. For some reason, they suspected my husband, John Phillips. ‘Would your husband have any reason to have any animosity toward anyone in that house?’ they asked me. I told them I had had a night in London with Roman. I felt bad about that, because of Sharon.”
One day during the O.J.Simpson trial, Warren Beatty suggested that I write about the Sharon Tate murders, but for a long time I resisted the idea. As I reminded Warren, the prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi had covered the case thoroughly in his amazing book, Helter Skelter. Warren said, “Vince knew the bad guys,” meaning the Manson gang. “But you and Lenny knew the movie people. You knew the life they lived. It was the crowd from the Daisy that went in and out of the house on Cielo Drive.” He was right. We had known them all. The Daisy was the first of the private discotheques in the city, where the young and the rich twisted and boogied away the nights in a town famous for going to bed early. The skirts were short. The girls were beautiful, the guys were handsome. On any given night, if you managed to get in, which could be difficult, you were apt to see Joan Collins, Michael Caine, Ryan O’Neal, Mia Farrow, Jane Fonda, Warren Beatty, the Sinatra sisters, and maybe a Vegas figure or two. The Polanskis were often there. So was Jay Sebring. You could slip out to the garden in back for a snort or a toke. The smell of pot was often in the air. It sounds absurd to call the scene innocent, but it was. Everybody knew everybody. It was a nightly party, even though plenty of dramas took place there. Frank Sinatra, who had taken a dislike to me, once paid the Daisy’s maitre d’ 50 bucks to hit me. Back then 50 bucks was a lot of money. The place was owned by a glamorous couple named Jack and Sally Hansen, who were very much a part of the scene themselves. They also owned Jax, the wildly successful Beverly Hills shop that changed the cut of women’s slacks. One night after the murders, Michelle Phillips was waving a gun around at the bar. Sally Jansen said quietly, “Darling, put the gun away.”
There was a lot of gossip the house on Cielo Drive had gotten a notorious reputation after the Polanskis moved in. From the start, people speculated that drugs had been involved. The police had found drugs in Jay Sebring’s black Porsche, which was parked outside the house. People were also saying that there videotapes of orgies, including one of two famous stars having sex. (Years later, when I was covering the O. J. Simpson trial, I became friends with Vince Bugliosi, who had successfully prosecuted the Manson family, all of whom received life in prison. I asked him about the dirty videos, and he said no such tapes had ever been found.)
At the time of the murders, I was in New York, executive-producing the film The Boys in the Band. Lenny phoned me with the news, and I flew back to Los Angeles for a few days. People were sending their children out of town for safety, and ours were going to my mother-in-law’s ranch outside San Diego. People were buying firearms and attack dogs for protection. Steve McQueen packed a gun at Jay Sebring’s funeral, where he gave one of the eulogies. The Tate murders marked the beginning of bodyguards for the famous, and elaborate alarm systems, and high walls and gates.
"My home was on Angelo Drive, right around the corner from Cielo,” says Rona Barrett when I telephoned her. At that time, Rona was the reigning queen of gossip in Hollywood, a combination of Hedda Hopper and Louella Parsons for the television age. She was a fret reporter when she went after a story, but she annoyed a lot of people with her fierce tenacity. Once, I saw Mia Farrow throw a drink in Rona’s face at a party at Laurence Harvey’s in Malibu after Rona had said something on the air that Mia didn’t like. I remember that Rona handled the situation with grace. Rona was the first reporter to arrive at the Polanski house after word of the murders leaked out. “I got a call saying something bad had happened at Sharon and Roman’s house. I got in the car and went. I got up the driveway and into the parking area. I saw a sedan there. There was a dead body behind the steering wheel. Then a whole group of detectives converged on the property. I saw them covering another body on the lawn. Then the police said, ‘Please, leave.’” There were quickly rumors of a hit list of famous people. “Metromedia gave me a private guard,” says Rona.
The body behind the steering wheel was an 18-year-old named Steven Parent. He didn’t even know any of the celebrities inside the house. He had driven up to visit the caretaker of the property, and he was shot and killed by Manson-family member Charles “Tex” Watkins as he was leaving to go home. The body on the lawn that Rona saw being covered was a Polish friend of Roman’s named Voytek Frykowski. After having been shot and stabbed in the living room, where he was sleeping, he had run outdoors, and there he died of his wounds. He was the lover of the coffee heiress Abigail Folger, known as Gibby, another of the five victims. In an interview, Polanski later said about his childhood friend that he had little talent but that he was a charmer. Frykowski was also involved in drugs. To this day, there are those in the community who firmly believe that the murders were the result of a drug deal gone bad between Voytek Frykowski and Charles Manson.
On a recent trip to Paris, I thought of looking up Roman to see if he would talk about the tragedy from his point of view. He was in a horrible position when he returned from England after the murders. There was probably no more photographed man in the world at that moment than Roman Polanski, returning to a home that was now a crime scene with yellow tape around it after his magnificent wife and their about-to-be-born child had both been slashed to death. His close pals, such as Warren Beatty, Jack Nicholson, and Robert Evans, the glamorous head of Paramount Studios, rallied around him. Since there was no place Roman could go without being besieged by reporters, Evans took him in behind the gates of his French manor house off Coldwater Canyon. He also hung out in Betty’s suite in the Beverly Wilshire hotel and in a place rigged up for him at Paramount Studios. Meanwhile, word spread that the kinds of movies he made, such as Rosemary’s Baby, had helped create the atmosphere for the catastrophe that had come down on him.
Before leaving for Paris, I contacted Bob Evans and Warren Beatty and Jeff Berg, the head of ICM, who is Roman’s agent and friend, to see if they would approach Roman about setting up a meting. Bob Evans and I had recently made up after not speaking for many years, and he confided that he felt funny about calling Roman, because they hadn’t been in touch for a while. Then Jeff Berg told me that Roman simply didn’t want to talk about the murders ever again. I understood that, because I’ve had my own version of what happened to him. There comes a time when you just can’t discuss it anymore. Although I passed his apartment in Paris, I didn’t make any attempt to see him. I knew Roman slightly, but we had never been friends. Sharon was the one who was my friend, and I had met her through Jay Sebring, one of the remarkable Hollywood figures at that time. He was the first celebrity barber, and he became part of the scene. He was also part of Warren Beatty’s composite character in the film Shampoo.
Jay was a wonderful guy. When he was in a good mood, he could be as funny as anyone I ever knew. I think he had a social hang-up about being a barber, feeling that it put him on a lower step than the crowd he palled around with. He craved acceptance. He lived in the house where Jean Harlow’s husband Paul Bern had committed suicide shortly after they were married, and where Hollywood lore has it that Louis B. Mayer, the head of MGM, and Howard Strickling, the chief of publicity, had destroyed his suicide note before the police arrived. Paul Newman and Steve McQueen were Jay’s special buddies. They all loved motorcycles. Jay used to get himself up in leather, and an expression of bliss would come over his face when he was gripping the handlebars of his motorcycle. He also drove a Porsche, in which the Police found marijuana and cocaine the morning after the murders. The first time I dropped acid, I dropped it with Jay. He brought it over to my house on Walden Drive one time when Lenny and the kids were at her mother’s ranch.
Jay was credited with launching the trend of hairstyling for men. He was called a hairstylist, never a barber. Practically every male movie star in town went to him. He brought out his own line of products. He hired a wigmaker in the San Fernando Valley named Ziggy Geikke, who turned out some of the best rugs in the movie business. Jay had a private room for his steady clients so that they wouldn’t have to be seen by the other customers I had a regular appointment every third week, and it was in that room that I met Sharon Tate. She would often be sitting there in a chair, just to be with Jay as he worked. She looked so young that I thought at first she was coming there after school she wore her blond hair straight and long. She was quiet and friendly and smiled a lot at our conversations. Jay was so proud of her. He couldn’t stop looking at her. It was as if he couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend that beautiful I’ve never seen a guy more madly in love than Jay was with Sharon.
Sharon wanted to be an actress in the worst way. God knows, she was pretty enough, and one day her big break came. She got a part in a picture called Eye of the Devil, starring David Niven and Deborah Kerr, in which she played a French country girl with the powers of a witch. Sharon was ecstatic, and Jay was ecstatic for her. The movie was being shot in England, and before Sharon left, we drank champagne in Jay’s private room and wished her well. What none of us knew that day was that we were seeing the end of Sharon and Jay. In England she met and fell in love with Roman Polanski, who directed her in The Fearless Vampire Killers and co-starred opposite her. Charles Champlin of the Los Angeles Times described her as “a visual adornment” to Polanski. Jay was devastated by the turn of the event. It was painful to see his sadness over losing Sharon.
I lost track of Sharon for a while after that. She made several films, the most important being Valley of the Dolls. In January 1968, she and Roman got married at a London registry office. When they came back to Beverly Hills, they rented the rambling ranch-style house at 10050 Cielo Drive. The owner of the house was Rudi Autobelli, a personal manager for film stars. Terry Melcher, Doris Day’s son, had lived there with Candice Bergen before Roman and Sharon. It would soon become a famous party house.
One night in 1969, I was at a party at Tony Curtis’s. Tony had fantastic taste in art and furnishings. The first Balthus painting I ever saw was in his house. He had two of them. In those days he lived in a beautiful Mediterranean villa just off Sunset Boulevard in Holmby Hills. Next to Tony lived Jayne Mansfield, in her pink palace with the heart-shaped swimming pool. Tony was recently divorced from his second wife, the German film star Christine Kaufmann, and had just married the beautiful model Leslie Allen. His rose garden was lovely. As I remember it all these years later, there were gravel pathways between the beds of roses and boxwood borders. At one point that night, I went out into the garden, and there was Sharon, all alone, walking on a path by the white roses in full bloom. She was pregnant, and dressed in something white and billowing. It was like a scene in a movie, watching her. She made me think of Daisy Buchanan in The Great Gatsby.
Since she had become Mrs. Polanski, I hadn’t seen her as much as I had when she was with Jay. We talked about old times at the barbershop and the marvelous turns her life had taken. I was smoking a joint, and she took a few tokes. Everybody smoked joints back then. It was no big deal. She was joyous about having the baby, and she had never looked more beautiful. She spoke with fret affection about Jay, and told me that he had become a family friend to her and Roman. There were rumors that all was not well in her marriage, but no such thing came up in our conversation. The baby seemed to be the solution to everything. I have always remembered that little interlude, because it was the last time I ever saw her. As always, she was dear, sweet, and utterly nice. After a while we went back in to the party.
William Tennant, who was Sharon’s agent, had the horrible task of identifying the bodies. He was close to Roman and Sharon, and Jay cut his hair. He was playing tennis that Saturday morning when he heard about the murders. He got to Cielo Drive around noon, still wearing his tennis whites. After identifying Sharon, Jay, Abigail, and Voytek, he broke down and sobbed. Then he called Roman Polanski in London and broke the news to him. Bill was a handsome young guy who would later become an executive at Warner Bros. Popular about town, he was a regular at the Daisy. We had a mutual friend in a doomed Hollywood agent named Billy Belasco. Billy died in an automobile crash on Sunset Boulevard after he let the waiter he’d picked up at the Palm Restaurant drive his Jenson convertible 80 miles an hour when they were both allegedly on Quaaludes it happened the night before the memorial service Billy was going to host at his house in Bel Air for Sal Mineo, who had been stabbed to death in a garage. Billy was that kind of doomed.
They say William Tennant was never the same after identifying the bodies. Jay had been stabbed and shot. Sharon had been stabbed 16 times, and her baby died in her womb. Whenever I saw him, I wanted to ask what it had been like, but Tennant never talked about it, and I never had the nerve to bring it up. Even 32 years later, he declined to appear on the E! channel film about Sharon Tate and her death.
In the years before Jay was killed, he had been training a young apprentice named Joe Torrenueva to style hair in the manner he had created, as well as to run his ever-expanding business in hair products for men. Joe was the first person I called after I heard about Jay’s death. I could hear the grief in his voice. Joe had always understood what a unique character Jay Sebring was, with his own special place in the world of the famous. Today, Joe has a shop in Beverly Hills called Torrenueva, where he caters to a lot of big names in the film and television worlds, many of his customers, like me, used to be Jay’s clients, so there’s a long history. These days I live on the opposite coast, but every time I’m in Los Angeles, I go and have a haircut with Joe, in his private room. He shows me pictures of his grandkids, and I tell him about my granddaughter, but we always end up talking about Jay. He was a part of our lives that we shared.
The fame Jay craved came to him by way of his death, not his life. He and Sharon were sitting on her bed talking when the killers burst into the room. Jay, lean and trim, could have held his own in any fight, but knives and guns were something else. They got Jay first. Right up to the last moment of his life, his thoughts were with Sharon. Dying, he cried out to the killers to spare her because she was pregnant. The killers didn’t care.
Sharon Tate has never faded from my thoughts, either. In 1982 my beautiful actress daughter, Dominique, was murdered. As a way of dealing with our grief, my former wife and I became involved in support groups for parents of murdered children. Through one of those groups we met Doris Tate, Sharon’s mother, who had become an advocate for the rights of victims of violent crimes. We found her inspirational. She had turned her loss into an effort to help people going through what she had gone through. Lenny and Doris got to know each other, and Doris brought out a fighting spirit in Lenny that I don’t think Lenny knew she possessed. In time Lenny founded her own group, called Justice for Homicide Victims, and the former President Bush presented her with a meal at the White House for her work. Doris is dead now, and so is Lenny.
Watching the E! channel documentary, I was particularly struck by the footage of Doris Tate at the parole hearing for Tex Watkins, who, along with Susan Atkins, had killed Sharon and her unborn child. Doris was there to prevent Tex from ever being granted parole. Oh, boy, was she tough as she spoke directly to him: “What mercy, sir, did you show my daughter when she was begging for her life? Are those …victims…going to walk out of their graves when you get paroled? When will I come up for parole? Can you tell me that?” on and on she went. No crying, no hysterics, just tough, straight talk, laced with contempt. You could see only a side angle of Tex Watkins’s face, but I saw shame on it.
I had tears running down my cheeks. “Go, Doris, go!” I yelled at the TV set.
Note: Photos above are from the Vanity Fair issue, and there is one of Dunne with Liz Taylor early in the 1970s, I found a photo of Dunne's beautiful daughter and added it, along with another of Dunne as a journalist and Doris Tate with a photograph of Sharon.
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Sharon inspires Rachel Zoe and Milla gets married
Two items to report today:
Sharon inspires stylist Rachel Zoe. She did an interview with Spork Fashion and was asked:
Where you get your influences from?
Answer: Designers. And icons of the 60s and 70s: Marianne Faithful, Sharon Tate, Bianca Jagger, Ali McGraw, Brigette Bardot, Twiggy. But really it’s the designers at the end of the day. YSL, Halston, Marc Jacobs, Karl Lagerfeld. I look to them to dictate what’s happening and then I interpret that for myself.
I have included a photo of Rachel and she does look like Sharon is an inspiration.
Milla Jovovich got married this weekend. However, I don't see the inspiration for Sharon's wedding dress that she said she would have? I have posted photos from it but her dress doesn't really remind me of Sharon much? Any comments? Still nice to hear Sharon's name mentioned anyway. Maybe she was talking about another type of dress Sharon wore? Or maybe she just inspired the idea somehow?
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sharon Marie Tate: Behind the meaning of a name
I always think that name meanings and personality traits are interesting. I decided to look up Sharon's today and this is what I found:
You entered:Sharon Marie Tate
There are 15 letters in your name.
Those 15 letters total to 68
There are 7 vowels and 8 consonants in your name.
What your first name means:Hebrew Female From the Plain of Sharon (in the Holy Land); from the land of Sharon.
Biblical Female His plain; his song
From an Old Testament place name meaning "plain" in Hebrew, referring to the fertile plain near the coast of Israel. This is also the name of a type of flowering shrub, the rose of Sharon. It has been in use as a given name since the 1920s, possibly inspired by the heroine in the serial novel 'The Skyrocket' (1925) by Adela Rogers St. Johns.
Your number is: 5
The characteristics of #5 are: Expansiveness, visionary, adventure, the constructive use of freedom.
The expression or destiny for #5:
The number 5 Expression endows with the wonderful characteristic of multi-talents and versatility. You can do so many things well. The tone of the number 5 is constructive freedom, and in your drive to attain this freedom, you will likely be the master of adaptability and change. You are good at presenting ideas and knowing how to approach people to get what you want. Naturally, this gives you an edge in any sort of selling game and spells easy success when it comes to working with people in most jobs. Your popularity may lead you toward some form of entertainment or amusement. Whatever you do, you are clever, analytical, and a very quick thinker.
If there is too much of the 5 energy in your makeup, you may express some the negative attitudes of the number. Your restless and impatient attitude may keep you from staying with any project for too long. Sometimes you can be rather erratic and scatter yourself and your energies. You have a hard time keeping regular office hours and maintaining any sort of a routine. You tend to react strongly if you sense that your freedom of speech or action is being impaired or restricted in any way. As clever as you are, you may have a tendency to make the same mistakes over and over again because much of your response is glib reaction rather that thoughtful application. You are in a continuous state of flux brought by constantly changing interests.
Your Soul Urge number is: 1
A Soul Urge number of 1 means:
Your Soul Urge is the number 1. With a Soul Urge number of 1, you want to lead and direct, to work independent of supervision, by yourself or with subordinates. You take pride in your abilities and want to be recognized for them. You may seek opportunities to display your strength and usefulness, wanting to create and originate. In your desire to manage the big picture and the main issues, you may often leave the details to others.
The positive 1 Soul Urge is Ambitious and determined, a leader seeking opportunities. There is a great deal of honesty and loyalty in this character. If you possess positive 1 Soul Urge qualities, you are very attainment oriented and driven to success. You are a loyal friend and strictly fair in your business dealings.
The negative side of the 1 Soul Urge must be avoided. A negative 1 is apt to dominate situations and people; the home, the spouse, the family and the business. Emotions aren't strong in this nature. If you possess an excess of 1 energy, you may, at times, be boastful and egotistic. You must avoid being too critical and impatient of trifles. The great need of the 1 Soul Urge is the development of friendliness, and a sincere interest in people.
Your Inner Dream number is: 4
An Inner Dream number of 4 means:
You dream of being a very solid citizen that people can depend upon. You strive for organization and predictable order. You want to be recognized as a person with a plan and the discipline to make that plan work like clockwork.
Who knows if there is really anything to this. Just an interesting theory really.
For more fun I looked up Sharon's name in Japanese: Kichi Suzuki = Sharon Tate
Most of what I found on the net are sites that make you pay for this. There is one site that does not. It is:
http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp
So go there and test what your name means...
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Esquire Magazine December 1967 Sharon Tate and Mao Tse-tung
I found a cartoon today that reminded me of a wonderful article on Sharon that was very tongue and cheek that appeared in Esquire Magazine.
Here is the Japanese Animae I found. It looks like it could be of Sharon, after all, the girl has brown eyes and blonde hair and a great body...
Here is the original magazine and it's contents:
A Beginner’s Guide to Mao Tse-tung
The little red book which contains hightlights from The thought of Mao Tse-tung is the most influential volume in the world today. It is also extremely dull and entirely unmemorable. To resolve this paradox, we, a handful of editors in authority who follow the capitalist road, thought useful to illustrate certain key passages in such a way that they are more likely to stick in the mind. The visual aid is Sharon Tate and, to give credit where credit, God knows, is due, she will soon be seen in the Twentieth Century-Fox motion picture, Valley of the Dolls.
1. Every communist must grasp the truth, "Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun."
"Problems of War and Strategy" (November 6, 1938)
2. Our fundamental task is to adjust the use of labor power in an organized way and to encourage women to do farm work.
"Our Economic Policy" (January 23, 1934)
3. How is Marxist-Leninist theory to be linked with the practice of the Chinese revolution? To use a common expression, it is by "shooting the arrow at the target." As the arrow is to the target, so is Marxism-Leninism to the Chinese revolution. Some comrades, however, are "shooting without a target," shooting at random, and such people are liable to harm the revolution.
"Rectify the Party's Style of Work" (February 1, 1942)
4.The world is yours, as well as ours, but in the last analysis, it is yours. You young people, full of vigor and vitality, are in the bloom of life, like the sun at eight or nine in the morning. Our hope is placed on you. The world belongs to you. China’s future belongs to you.
Talk at a meeting with Chinese students and trainees in Moscow (November 17, 1957)
5. ...the flattery of the bourgeoisie may conquer the weak-willed in our ranks. There may be some Communists, who were not conquered by enemies with guns and were worthy of the name of heroes for standing up to these enemies, but who cannot withstand sugar-coated bullets. We must guard against such a situation.
"Report to the Second Plenary Session of the Seventh Central Committee of the Communist Party Of China"
(March 5, 1949)
6.Whoever wants to know a thing has no way of doing so except by coming into contact with it, that is, by living (practicing) in its environment. ...If you want knowledge, you must take part in the practice of changing reality. If you want to know the taste of a pear, you must change the pear by eating it yourself.
"On Practice" (July, 1937)
Here is the Japanese Animae I found. It looks like it could be of Sharon, after all, the girl has brown eyes and blonde hair and a great body...
Here is the original magazine and it's contents:
A Beginner’s Guide to Mao Tse-tung
The little red book which contains hightlights from The thought of Mao Tse-tung is the most influential volume in the world today. It is also extremely dull and entirely unmemorable. To resolve this paradox, we, a handful of editors in authority who follow the capitalist road, thought useful to illustrate certain key passages in such a way that they are more likely to stick in the mind. The visual aid is Sharon Tate and, to give credit where credit, God knows, is due, she will soon be seen in the Twentieth Century-Fox motion picture, Valley of the Dolls.
1. Every communist must grasp the truth, "Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun."
"Problems of War and Strategy" (November 6, 1938)
2. Our fundamental task is to adjust the use of labor power in an organized way and to encourage women to do farm work.
"Our Economic Policy" (January 23, 1934)
3. How is Marxist-Leninist theory to be linked with the practice of the Chinese revolution? To use a common expression, it is by "shooting the arrow at the target." As the arrow is to the target, so is Marxism-Leninism to the Chinese revolution. Some comrades, however, are "shooting without a target," shooting at random, and such people are liable to harm the revolution.
"Rectify the Party's Style of Work" (February 1, 1942)
4.The world is yours, as well as ours, but in the last analysis, it is yours. You young people, full of vigor and vitality, are in the bloom of life, like the sun at eight or nine in the morning. Our hope is placed on you. The world belongs to you. China’s future belongs to you.
Talk at a meeting with Chinese students and trainees in Moscow (November 17, 1957)
5. ...the flattery of the bourgeoisie may conquer the weak-willed in our ranks. There may be some Communists, who were not conquered by enemies with guns and were worthy of the name of heroes for standing up to these enemies, but who cannot withstand sugar-coated bullets. We must guard against such a situation.
"Report to the Second Plenary Session of the Seventh Central Committee of the Communist Party Of China"
(March 5, 1949)
6.Whoever wants to know a thing has no way of doing so except by coming into contact with it, that is, by living (practicing) in its environment. ...If you want knowledge, you must take part in the practice of changing reality. If you want to know the taste of a pear, you must change the pear by eating it yourself.
"On Practice" (July, 1937)
Saturday, August 22, 2009
More former Richland High Schoolers remember Sharon Tate
I have had the honor of speaking to a few more of those who went to high school in Richland, Washington with Sharon.
Clifton Bowers says:
Well ... I may not be much help as to a resource for fleshing out commentary on Sharon. My memories or let us say recollections are somewhat faint. I recall being in a biology class with her and she was so glamorous she was a distraction to the male populous.
I think her dad was in the military and when she came to Columbia High (Richland High now) it was because of the national security for the Hanford Operations.
As a natural beauty she really stood out. I'm sure others knew her more on a personal basis. I recall she got her public break on a Pat Boone special in Rome, Italy which 'wowed' all of us locals...but I'm sure you have those more public references. I just remember her as someone who was really nice and extremely beautiful. It was sad that she had such a tragic end to her life.
Mike Brady remembers her in a similar way:
I didn't know Sharon very well. I was one of those nerdy guys who admired her from afar.
Judy Campbell says:
We were in some classes together, and had she remained in Richland beyond her sophomore year, she would have been in our 1961 graduating class. At the early age of sixteen, Sharon was a strikingly beautiful young woman. She was destined to have a future in films. No one ever expected her young life to end so tragically.
Irene Hays says:
She was in my grade during Junior High and High School. She was very pretty and sweet. People thought she was special even then.
Carol Jean Thompson adds:
I knew Sharon but was not one of her circle of friends. She was a strikingly beautiful girl, physically mature beyond her age. And not withstanding, a very nice person, well liked by her classmates. Sharon was of average intelligence and I believe susceptible to exploitation, which was probably happening while still in Richland. She was queen of "Atomic Frontier Days" or what is now known as the TriCity Waterfollies(the local community celebrations all towns have)at 15 or 16; too young for that sort of exposure. It has saddened me deeply that Sharon was so savagely killed and forever identified with such a violent crime.
I found a great old photo of Sharon during this period in her life. Sorry it is not better but it is improved from the Xerox copy I had by an artist who did the best she could with it. I hope you all enjoy it. As I reach more who knew Sharon I will continue to post it here.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Sharon Tate: Photo of the Week
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Another film Sharon may have made with Roman?
I noticed this week is Roman Polanski's birthday (August 18th) and was thinking about what films Sharon might have appeared in had she lived?
One is the film "What?" or "Was?" also known as "Che". The Internet Movie Database says of the film:
A young American woman (Sydne Rome) traveling through Italy finds herself in a strange Mediterranean villa where nothing seems right. Her visit becomes an absurd, decadent, oversexed version of "Alice in Wonderland", with Marcello Mastroianni as the maddest of mad hatters and Roman Polanski a kinky March hare. (by Dan Navarro)
I wonder if Sharon would have played the Sydne Rome character. Press at the time of filming and afterward, spoke of Polanski's affair with Rome and her possibly being his next "Sharon." Nothing could be further from the truth, as I do not think anyone can or ever would take her place period.
However, Rome was another beautiful lady that Polanski cast in a film written by him and Gerard Brach. The film also starred the great Italian actor Marcello Mastroianni. So that may have been Sharon's leading man. It would have been interesting seeing her in a film with him.
Of course, there are other films she may have made with Polanski, who knows? : Macbeth? Chinatown? Definitely Tess. It is interesting to contemplate even though we will never know really.
Happy belated birthday to Roman!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
A Day in Life of Sharon Tate's Vintage Wedding Dress
I found this very unique and interesting short story written by Sabrina Steyling at:
http://sabrina-writingcorner.blogspot.com/
About the story:
For my latest writing assignment for the Hawthorne Writers' Group, I chose the writing prompt "Write 300 words on a day in the life of an old wedding dress." I'd already had an idea growing in my mind of how I wanted this to "look," and feel that the end result is a lighthearted, silly tribute to a sweet, beautiful lady. I think it would make her laugh, too.
A Day In the Life of an Old Wedding Dress
"Hey, what’s going on? Ouch! Watch where you touch! I’ve been wrapped in plastic and stuck in this trunk for 40 years, y’know…kinda stiff here! Ah, that’s better. Thanks! I must say it is nice to finally get some air after all this time, though you do keep that trunk smelling rather nicely. Hey, wait a second. Who are these guys with the video cameras? You didn’t tell me we were going on TV! How embarrassing! Wait – don’t cry! I’m sorry. I know how special I am to you. It’s because of your sister – your sister wore me on her wedding day. I’m sorry that you were so young when she left you. I really am. Her clothes are the only real memories you have of her anymore. So, if you want to show me off, that’s fine. I bring a big, warm smile to your face? Really? That makes me smile! If I could smile, that is…
I still remember that day – well, of course I should. I was there! It was January 20, 1968 – what a wild and crazy day that was! Everybody loved how your sister looked, especially her husband! Interesting guy, that one. I always thought he resembled a little troll. But your sister…wow. Such a beautiful, sweet girl. I suppose I shouldn’t mind all this attention, the way the paparazzi were swarming around the two of them that day. Everybody wanted a picture of the Grooviest Couple of the Year as they stepped out of the Registry office in Chelsea. I was so glad when we got to the reception at the Playboy Club! The paparazzi followed us there, too, but nobody really noticed because everybody was so busy dancing. All the coolest people in the entertainment industry were there to celebrate – Barbara Parkins, Candice Bergen, Michael Caine, Joan Collins…yup, that was one great day! Your sister and her husband were in such high spirits. It was the best day of my life, that’s for sure."
Sabrina adds: I wanted to write about Sharon Tate's wedding dress because I just love it, but being able to write from the point of view of the dress itself made the assignment even more fun. The part about "You didn't tell me we were going on TV!" came to me because I'd seen an episode of "Inside Edition" where Sharon's sister, Debra, takes several pieces of Sharon's clothes out of storage - the wedding dress being the only piece that she won't allow anyone to try on.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sharon on The Man From Uncle
Here are some screen captures of Sharon on "The Man From Uncle." If you haven't seen this one be sure to catch it on DVD. I bet Sharon enjoyed playing the bad girl for once.;)
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