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Debbie Reynolds, New York City, 1953. Photographed by Roddy McDowall.
“When I was a child, my mother seemed to me to be something like a miracle. Not my mother, surely. Too beautiful to be any mother of mine. She has always had some…impish kind of poise that is so endlessly, effortlessly lovable. Yes, there was no other explanation. I was not the child of this darling beauty, but some end-of-shoot remembrance sent to her from the prop department. A put-together thing complete with parts spare and missing.
I worshipped my mother from the nearest possible side of afar. This woman smelling of White Shoulders, Albolene cream and El Paso. She’s a force of nature; an undeniable fact, like gravity or Greenland. Ubiquitous, lovable and as it turns out, my actual mother.
Thanks be to God and Louis B. Mayer.”
– Carrie Fisher
becketts:
Debbie Reynolds, New York City, 1953. Photographed by Roddy McDowall.
“When I was a child, my mother seemed to me to be something like a miracle. Not my mother, surely. Too beautiful to be any mother of mine. She has always had some…impish kind of poise that is so endlessly, effortlessly lovable. Yes, there was no other explanation. I was not the child of this darling beauty, but some end-of-shoot remembrance sent to her from the prop department. A put-together thing complete with parts spare and missing.
I worshipped my mother from the nearest possible side of afar. This woman smelling of White Shoulders, Albolene cream and El Paso. She’s a force of nature; an undeniable fact, like gravity or Greenland. Ubiquitous, lovable and as it turns out, my actual mother.
Thanks be to God and Louis B. Mayer.”
– Carrie Fisher
