I loved her when she was young and darling, I loved her when she epitomized doomed romance – on film (the amazing Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and A Place in the Sun) and in life (her on again off again affair with Richard Burton was legendary, her many husbands am infinite source of gossip).
But I loved Elizabeth Taylor most of all when she shed the demureness of her youth and growled and spit and carried her womanliness like a lioness (her Martha in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?- genius!).
Sure the lavender eyed icon, who always found luck in some white diamonds acted a bit zany in her twilight – but aren’t our celebrities meant to indulge in eccentricities? (Case in point – awesome headdress to my left). Rest in Peace dear lady, you were magnificent.