|Text and Illustrations by ©Bob Schulenberg
Going back to the Spring of 1966.
Paul Bartel and I (and our friends) had completed the shooting of our movie, The Secret Cinema, and for me, life for a while was going on as it had before.
My old friend Joyce Burrell-MacDowell and her husband Mack had come to town from San Francisco where Joyce was a buyer for I. Magnin.
|They invited me to join them as they made the rounds of the stores.|
|I wonder now if the woman below (at Bergdorf Goodman) was startled by checking a price tag!|
|I took Joyce and Mack MacDowell to Rumpelmayer's for lunch. That evening, Mara and I went to a performance of the Bolshoi Ballet.|
|Although she worked at Paraphernalia, Mara was a ballerina and used to say if she ever got into a company she'd be even older than Zelda Fitzgerald was when Zelda joined one!|
|My daytime was usually busy meeting with art directors, and in between advertising agency appointments I had to take time for a quick lunch!|
|The next day I accompanied Mary Robin Redd to JFK where she was flying back home to Los Angeles. She was another UCLA friend who'd helped Paul and me with The Secret Cinema. She had had a featured role in the movie, The Group, and later, a cameo in Airplane II.|
|Robin was very bright but in a way, enigmatic. It always seemed to me that when in Los Angeles if we were at a party in Bel Air, Beverly Hills or Hancock Park, she'd be very Sho-Biz but when around movie people, she'd assume an attitude of a somewhat snobbish socialite!|
|But that day, I waited for her flight with her, having lunch in United Airlines' Astrojet Room and then rushed back to Manhattan to meet with Eve Tibby at Diplomat magazine.
Eve had asked me to attend an exhibit of the early 20th century American painter George Bellows and make some notes for her. She'd been unable to see the show but needed to write an article about it.
I went to the show, made notes and was pleasantly surprised when my note to her was published in its entirety eliminating only the salutation, "Dear Eve," and my closing signature!
And now, Eve wanted me to write an article on the then new Whitney Museum!
|Then, with my friend, Joyce, Eve and her husband, Jack Tibby and I went to The Plaza — to the Palm Court.|
|The next day I met Joyce for lunch at La Crêpe. Joyce was one of the most effortlessly chic people I've ever known; she had a style that was pure urban Pre-Hippy San Francisco, very sleek and spare.
Even when it was extravagant, somehow she made it look elegant and simple!
|She went back to her hotel and I walked home through Central Park stopping to watch the watchers as they watched a baseball game.|
|This is why I always worked at night. There were no distractions!|
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