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Written by Byron Williams
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Wednesday, 12 May 2010 |
I was just in New York at the Met, I passed an elderly woman, and I thought to myself, “What if I run into Lena Horne?”
Little did I know, days after that fleeting thought, she would have passed. I knew that she seldom was seen publicly in recent years, when one has been among the most beautiful women (the most beautiful in my home) in the world for over 50 years, I imagine it is hard to be seen any other way. I’m told Marlene Dietrich was like that. I always saw her as someone who applied subtle restraint and humility when she would have been well within her rights to flaunt her glamour. But she was not just a pretty face, in addition to her musical and acting talents, she was a trailblazer and unrepentant activist for the cause of civil rights. But having grew up in a home where the standard of female beauty was personified in a single individual, the passing Lena Horne, does not mark and end of an era, but merely a transition of that beauty—for the standard of that beauty as defined by my father, and embraced by me, has not been altered.
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