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Marilyn Monroe


I thought that I'd be remiss if I didn't create an appropriate tribute to the #1 beauty of all time: MARILYN MONROE.

Its all well and good to have a blog filled with stunning pictures of super models.  But let's not forget who started it all.  The importance of Marilyn cannot be emphasized enough.  She is one of the most important cultural icons of all time.  Yes, the other women in this blog are stunning, but they can't hold a candle to the overall magnitude of Marilyn.

I first became enraptured with Marilyn in my mid-teens, and I haven't looked back.  I must confess that I don't know as much about her as I'd like to.  I do have several books about her, and they are definitely on the reading list.  The problem is that the damn reading list keeps getting longer, and I can only read so fast!

Anywho, I just thought I needed to post some thoughts on my all-time favorite...


One last thing, too.  The first 3 shots are my favorites.  I do like the ones where Marilyn is all dolled up.  Who wouldn't?  But I much prefer the ones where we see her in her "private" moments.  Like looking out a window, or reading a book in her robe, or looking down on NYC from an open window.

Its these moments that really grab at my heart.  In these shots she seems to me to be hurting.  You can almost see it in her eyes.  Like we are just able to glimpse the true Marilyn Monroe.  An abused, misunderstood icon.  A woman who is unable to find her own voice because everyone only sees her the way they want to.

But in these quiet, simple shots, she seems to really shine through.  A delicate beauty.  A troubles beauty.  Heartbroken.

Maybe I'm way off.  Maybe I too am projecting what I think she's all about.  But regardless, I like the simple, personal shots of this incredible woman much more than the high glamour shots.

That's it............

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