Wow, she was beautiful.
This is Elizabeth Taylor in 1947, in an Argentinian magazine. She
was breathtaking at that age, and throughout her life.
I remember the first time I saw National Velvet. Did any little girl
not want a horse after that movie?
She was a mere twelve years old.
I'll remember glamor, grace and style; I'll remember that diamond Richard Burton gave her (who won't?).
She was born in London in 1932. Elizabeth was a child star bigger than Shirley Temple, brighter than Brooke Shields, larger than life.
Her sultry voice and violet eyes captivated millions. Here she is in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof:
The world lost a genuine star today. Maybe she had a strange friendship with Michael Jackson; admittedly, she was a bit too attached
to her Maltese, Sugar - perhaps she was married a few too many times - but she was an icon.
Rest in peace, Elizabeth.