Remembering Liz

Dame Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor

February 27, 1932 – March 23, 2011

Easily one of the most beautiful people to grace the last 3-4 generations, we're taking a moment to remember someone who was nothing short of a legend. From child star to box office golden girl to indie foreign film actress, Liz was, and always will be, someone no actress since could compare to. We didn't know her in person, but she had an impact on both of our lives none the less.

-Sarah-

Marilyn was pretty and sweet with a big dash of sex slapped all over her, sure. Rita was the spicy red-headed Latina with killer legs and the most goregous eye lashes I'd ever seen. Then there was Elizabeth Taylor. I was just a baby when I first remember seeing her. I can't tell you which of her films I was watching, maybe National Velvet because I was a kid. At first sight I knew I was seeing something special. As a kid, I didn't know I was watching "classic films" instead of new ones; to me, everything was new and exciting. Raven hair, the perfect nose, flawless skin, and I literally got to watch her grow up as I grew up. Liz was like my best friend I'd never known. I always felt I'd been born in the wrong era (and state), but watching her I learned what truly amazing acting was. She was so sweet and ladylike up until the 50s and then in the 60s something ignited and suddenly she was raw and unbrideled drama, anger, fire. Those violet eyes were full of passion and brimstone. No actress since can pull off a verbal assault quite like she can and I never even had the guts to try it for myself. She's going to be terribly missed and whenever I see a bottle of White Diamonds I will probably feel a little tug on the heartstrings, but I know she's back with the people she belongs with: Montgomery Clift, Rock Hudson, James Dean, and of course Richard Burton.

-Liz-