Over at Loving Marilyn, a charming anecdote from a man who met Marilyn just once, when his father was decorating her East 57th St apartment in NYC, 1959:
“The night before, I imagined what going there would be like. The apartment would be all marble columns and gold furniture, crystal chandeliers, Marilyn reclining on a sofa, dressed in furs and diamonds, with maids, feeding her the most expensive chocolates. I truly believed this. I really did…”