Friday Photos: True Hollywood Confessions September 4, 2015 by Robert J. Avrech 9 Comments “I’m tired of being thought of as Miss Goody Two-Shoes, the girl next door, Miss Happy-Go-Lucky. You doubtless know the remark dear Oscar Levant once made about me—‘I knew her before she was a virgin.’Well, I’m not the All-American Virgin Queen and I’d like to deal with the true, honest story of who I really am. This image I’ve got—oh, how I dislike that word ‘image’—it’s not me, not at all who I am.”-Doris Day Judith with the Head of Holofernes, by Elisabetta Sirani (1638-1665) circa 1660. Lucille Ball, John Wayne, and Vivian Vance behind the scenes of Wayne’s guest-starring turn on I Love Lucy (1955)“I am not funny. My writers were funny. My directors were funny. The situations were funny…What I am is brave. I have never been scared. Not when I did movies, certainly not when I was a model, and not when I did I Love Lucy.”-Lucille Ball (Rolling Stone, June 23, 1983) South Carolina Morning, by Edward Hopper, 1955. Portrait of the young Hollywood hopeful, Vivian Vance, 1930s. Utagawa Hiroshige – Awa Province (1855) Torah Scribe, Jaffa, by Michah Bar-Am, 1971. Willem de Kooning, Untitled XIX, oil on canvas, 1983. Marilyn Monroe for Mission Orange Drink, 1952. Water Lillies, Claude Monet, oil on canvas, 1919. Elizabeth Taylor, Paramount Backlot, Feb. 1950.“I don’t entirely approve of some of the things I have done, or am, or have been. But I’m me. God knows I’m me.” Rooms by the Sea, by Edward Hopper, 1951. Rolling Surf by Milton Avery, oil on canvas, 54″ x 56″, 1958. Michael Caine in Get Carter (1971).“I was in a club somewhere in the West End just after Get Carter was released and the gangster I’d based Jack Carter on – not that he ever knew it – came up to me and said, ‘I saw that Get Carter, Michael.’ Uh-oh, I thought, but I kept a dead straight face and I said, ‘Did you?’ and he went on, ‘Biggest load of crap I’ve ever seen.’ ‘Really?’ I said, looking for the exit. ‘What makes you think that?’ And he said, ‘Michael, you weren’t married, you didn’t have any kids and you had no responsibilities. You don’t understand why we do things. Me, with no special skills, I had to hold on to a wife and kids.’And I thought – no special skills? He’d only killed about five people – not that he’d ever been charged with anything, but everyone knew… and I said, ‘Oh blimey, you’re right. That was a terrible mistake.’ I completely agreed with everything he said. You don’t want to argue with someone like that.” Painting by James Nares Green Storefront on Robertson Blvd., Los Angeles, by yours truly. Ariel Chaim wishes all our friends and relatives a lovely and inspirational Shabbat.