The Myth Of Bardot Is Finished, But

Vadim Was Both My Teacher And My Husband. I Placed Myself Entirely In His Hands.

Was It Me That Botticelli Imagined?

James Stewart Was So Kind And Considerate And Had Such Personal Integrity.

Death Was Like Love, A Romantic Escape.

There Is A French Proverb: To Live Happy, Live Hidden. Where Can Brigitte Bardot Hide?