The extraordinarily beautiful Grace Kelly would have been 80 years of age today. Dying at 53 of a stroke seems so odd, so arbitrary, now that 65 is not old but “middle-aged”.
I’m also struck that her feature films only number eleven. Her presence was such as a movie star and in the popular consciousness that I would have sworn she had at least two dozen parts to her name.
Cast as the ice-cool blonde, described by Alfred Hitchcock as “serene”, there always seemed to be the banked fires waiting to be stoked- no doubt that is the iconic projection of me and a million other men and women.
Which is why I like this picture- the perfect blonde, the perfect skin, the pink of her closed mouth giving nothing away, the cooling waters framing it all- and the knowing look from eyes old and deep and older yet, that seem to say “I know what I see, what do you see?”