While visiting the library, I borrowed My Love Affair With Jewelry on a whim.
My Love Affair With Jewelry is a big ol’ coffee table book with heaps of oversize photographs and chatty stories describing how Taylor acquired her famous jewels; charm bracelets, the Taj Mahal diamond, the Krupp diamond, La Peregrina pearl, the Taylor-Burton diamond, the bejeweled titanium elephant-shaped evening bag, and so on. I don’t buy much fine jewelry *cough cough*, but I’m always interested in superior craftsmanship and stories from Old Hollywood.
Behold the glamorous Taylor wearing her favorite pieces to many events and finding new ways to wear the same [priceless] jewelry; a massive brooch may double as a pendant, a hair ornament, a movie prop, and so on. Golly, Elizabeth Taylor ‘shops her closet’— just like us peasants!
Better still, it’s fun to observe how Taylor’s appearance and personal style evolve over decades. Could YOU make the same jewelry work for forty years?
The photographs reveal an era of subtler retouching; seeing visible pores here, peach fuzz there, or Taylor without her brows penciled on serves as a remember that even famously beautiful humans are human.
Tip: Before you curl up with this book and a mug of tea, read Wikipedia’s Elizabeth Taylor entry; tracking all those marriages is confusing, and the book is strangely laid out. For example, a photo on p. 127 is captioned “A marriage in Neverland,” but not until p. 144 is the mullet-sporting groom identified as Larry Fortensky. Perhaps someone thought this was common knowledge?
Quick, easy read, heavy on eye candy.