So this image would be (below) the house where Natacha Rambova lived when Theodore Kosloff shot her. This was one stop on the Valentino tour of Los Angeles which Michael Morris kindly gave to me one day sometime in 2008 or so. Imagine Natacha sitting on that porch with her bags packed ready to make her escape from the abusive Theodore, only to see him pull up with a shotgun in hand. Hence, the rest of that story.
I apologize for the glaring trash bin there but who knows maybe that is Tracy Terhune's "trash bin of Valentino history".
Michael and I had a memorable day and it was truly fun and eventful. I was amused that this impeccable man's car had apparently never been washed. We ate lunch at the Formosa just a tiny stone's throw from where George Ullman had his office.
Here on said porch, sat Natacha that fateful day...
