Elizabeth Taylor by Victoria Brynner
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The daughter of Yul Brynner, consultant in luxury and creator of internship 117, recalls the day when her godmother chooses the jewelry she wore for her wedding.
When, in 1989, I left Paris for Los Angeles, I found my godmother Elizabeth Taylor there.It was an anchoring for me in this new city, organizing big lunches every Sunday with her loved ones.His children, her grandchildren, his best friends, among whom we counted his physiotherapist or his hairdresser, José Eber, as well as personalities like Johnny Depp, Roddy McDowall, Carole Bayer Sager, Michael Jackson, Waldo Fernandez, etc..What counted in her eyes was not who you were, but the affection she was carrying you.She had strong and intimate friendships with all kinds of people.Sunday lunches were a haven of peace: a magnificent garden, discussions by the pool, children running everywhere and, from time to time, the surprise visit of Shirley Maclaine, Lauren Bacall, Herb Ritts or Gregory Peck,to name just a few.I loved these moments and it is largely thanks to these lunches that I felt safe and surrounded in this new city.
In June 2002, I left Rick Owens' studio in Hollywood, with the wedding gift he had given me: my outfit for the evening.A beige long sleeve t-shirt and a matching long skirt, which I was going to wear for the cocktail on the beach, dinner and dancing evening in a tent erect on the sand of Malibu.We had to party with friends and family.There was the question of hairstyle, makeup, jewelry...Yes, jewelry!With this outfit, I really needed colorful jewelry.I went to 700 Nimes Road, in Bel Air, to ask my godmother for advice the fairy.
In precious company
I mounted the staircase covered with a white carpet that led to its bathroom and your dressing room.It was his sanctuary.As soon as I put on the outfit, the magic started.In front of her bathroom, there was a narrow, long, length, lined with drawers in abundance - it was there that she kept all her jewelry.Over the years, we had often done fittings to have fun, and she loved taking out her treasure sets one after the other.She liked to examine each piece, to tell who had offered it to her, where she came from, if she had bought it, to explain how attached she was there and remember under what circumstances she had brought it.Jewelry was a real passion, not just an ornament, it was almost like friends whose company she enjoyed, they brought her great joy.She decorated herself thanks to them, and they constituted one of the drivers of her life, a chronology of her friendships and her loves.
She had a sure look, and she didn't rush to give her verdict.All the pieces she made me try, she had carefully thought about it: once I had passed them, she retreated and tilted her head to watch me, thoughtful.In this bathroom, covered with a sumptuous white carpet, I had spent hours, sitting on the floor next to the chair where she settled to make up.It took him time to prepare, that's for sure, but that meant for me that we spent valuable hours together to chat with broken sticks and to exchange confidences.She was taking her time for everything, nobody could press her.
While I was standing there, barefoot in my beige outfit, it came out of the lighter room with a magnificent necklace of large turquoise pearls, of breathtaking beauty.She suggested that I make a bun and she returned to look for a ring and a bracelet - I already wore bvlgari earrings that belonged to Audrey Hepburn, a touch of emerald and sapphires with diamonds.It came out with a gold and turquoise bracelet signed Jean Schlumberger and a matching ring.Now she was satisfied.I felt liked and adorned wonderfully.I was the star!
Victoria Brynner
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