It did occur to me that a house of such notoriety had likely been photographed during Cukor’s era as well. It seemed a shame that I wouldn’t have the chance to see it.
Then, in the warm light of the east window, I paused, coffee cup half-way to my lips. (Thank goodness for the French press.)
Yes, the bronze head of Tallulah Bankhead is quite a conversation starter, but, oh, those chairs.
The house was originally decorated by William Haines. Cukor said, “Mr. Haines may have asked me some questions, and I might have asked him some questions. But he did the house. That’s not to take away from my personal taste and knowledge. The house suites me perfectly, and I know that I belong here. That’s his skill and talent.”
In the library. I thought this lamp might be friends with Courtney’s.
And Cukor waxes poetic on his home. He had a passion for it and his friends who settled there from time to time. In an age of Hollywood frenimies, this was a man who maintained friendships, many friendships, for a life time.
A photo gallery of friends lines a hallway.
I’ve said before that some houses have soul. This is clearly one of them.