On May 19 in Paris on 32 Rue de Lille, the RCM Galerie will have a Vernissage, a private opening, of the show stopping kinetic art by the renown artist Ron Mallory. Perhaps I'm a bit biased in my enthusiasm because I'm the former Mrs. Ronald Mallory.
I am very fond of my little dolls which are "mini-me's" and have a very special and dear meaning to me. But I like to look at my Father's works for what they are: Picasso's work and I am in awe of so many things he created.
In the early seventies I had the honor of dating Mike Nichols. In no way is my remembrance meant to take away from the love he had for the fascinating and the cherished Diane Sawyer who also has been kind to me, but I feel sharing a historic moment about him is important and, sadly so, newsworthy.
Today I have published my third memoir. It is called Picasso's Ghost because that is what I felt like during this struggle to gain self worth -- a ghost. No, it wasn't Pablo Picasso who jilted me. It was his son, Claude.
What this whole crowd had in common was relentlessness and an unwillingness to give up despite tragedy. During my St. Tropez days Thomas Langmann was an infant, but he was raised with this mad hatter kind of joie de vivre which carried him.