In his memoirs, a society columnist recalled a memorable interview he had with Gene in August of '53, sipping crème de cassis cocktails at the famous Hemingway Bar of the Ritz Hotel in the heart of Paris. He remembered their absorbing conversation--current fashions, American artists and writers in Paris, and the recent, bitter end of the Korean War. He remembered her dress--an en Vogue ensemble with a certain je ne sais quoi. This was a time when haute couture reveled in a tiny waist, voluptuous curves, perfectly matched accessories, and yards of rustling, luxurious fabric hemmed twelve inches above the ankle--in celebration of the end of wartime clothing restrictions. But most of all, he remembered the incredible glory of Gene's eyes. They mesmerized him--luminous, shimmering eyes the col.
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