Thursday, September 1, 2022

Art

In writing about Michael's zeal to share more of his Rambova and Valentino materials, I am somewhat inspired to do the same. I have about twenty years of files as paper and on hard drives and it is a mess. How did that happen?

Here are a few random things I found which struck me as nice today. (see below)

My synopsis of the scum cult's bullying of Affairs Valentino for the year 2017 is almost done. Its not a pleasant task to spend any time with their crap, (literal crap) but I am getting there. I will tell my truthful story with art. 

Renato at work.....


A couple of my Instagram favorites:





And this... Hello! Baby Rudolph. The birth certificate (as excerpted from Valentino by Jeanne DeRecqueville)


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  1. Totally enchanting art. Thank you so much!

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  2. I recommend De Recqueville's book, translated by Renato Floris. It's full of wonderful nuggets about Valentino.

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    1. 2:43: It is an intriguing book and Renato always points out De Recqueville is more of a witness than a biographer. Its fascinating to read her correspondence with people like Alberto, Hebertot, and the account of Valentino's death from Dr. Howard Meeker himself is so incredible to have in English. I also found her connection with Yvonne Legeay remarkable.

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  3. Looks like you need to use some of the proceeds from your books (are there any?) to get Renato a new laptop. That old thing looks like something from a couple of decades ago. Wide bezels, clunky chassis....even looks like it's missing some keys.

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    1. 5:28: Renato replies that a laptop is a work station not a status symbol. I posted your comment to demonstrate the abysmal level of content from your "VSC" or "Mainstream" as you like to be called. I would say your comment is as close to zero content as you could possibly get. What does this have to do with anything at all? Renato's work station works very well, he has a very fast laptop about one year old fyi with the Italian keyboard. Not to worry, we are well organized as you may imagine.

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    2. What is Renato trying to say? He looks sad having to live in that darkened messy squalor that you keep him trapped in.

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    3. Well just when I thought your previous comment was at point zero content you topped yourself. Thanks for reading my blog so much! Maybe you can learn something but rest assured Renato is not trapped, nor living in squalor and his work space is a profoundly beautiful and interesting office. You should be so lucky to actually ever be in this great man's presence let alone his exotic lair where he creates. #Italiansdoitbetter

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    4. Swanky Panky, I find it hilarious that you are critiquing someone else's work station when you languish in a trailer park with your ancient computer that constantly crashes.

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    5. To Wooden Actor: Renato is not trapped with Evelyn, he enjoys her company unlike you who cannot stand living with yourself, at least he is with someone he loves.

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    6. 3:52: And as the further "descriptions" of our home being "squalor" come in, I think they are doing a fine job of describing their situations.

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    7. How many books have you sold?

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    8. 5:54: Indeed one has to ask what their output really is. All they manage to send this way are insults and psychotic projection.

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    9. Swanky Lanky: So how many books have you sold? Looks like not many if any at all.

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  4. I agree Maggie. They certainly spend a great deal of time on this blog. I do not post most of their comments because as someone once said in a comment, they become "maddening and counterproductive". Most all of them end up in the trash file.

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  5. Wooden Actor - let’s see now, Evelyn and Renato have a vibrant, loving marriage, shared professional work they are passionate about, and a glamorous bi-continental lifestyle. And you - a terrified, solitary shut-in on government assisted living, clad in a filthy bathrobe railing at your computer screen as your wretched screams dissolve in the air. You are not merely trapped, you are imprisoned.

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