A Thousand Ships To A Thousand PortsMonday, March 23, 2015
I had a slightly embarrassing moment last Sunday when I attended a matinee performance of Iceland at the Presentation House Theatre. After the show, a lovely woman with an equally lovely smile said to me, “How are you Alex?” It took me a while to figure out she was Emma Slipp whom I had photographed a few days before (see links below). My initial excuse (while my brain worked overtime attempting to remember) was to utter, “I have consumed lots of drugs and alcohol. My memory is spotty.” But in a short time (that seemed centuries) I was able to ask, “How are you Emma?”
Generally I have more than an average ability to recognize faces, even faces I have not seen for many years. I explained to Slipp that her face was much like that of a chameleon and it could change at will for anybody with an ease that would defy credulity.
I thought of the many films of Marilyn Monroe (Slipp and Monroe share salient features that are mostly of the curvaceous kind) and how in each one of them her face was different. I do not of any other actresses whose faces I cannot recall at an instant. One could be Paulette Goddard.
In any case I am sure that if the Greeks would have gone to war for a Helen that looked like Slipp their ships would have sailed to many destinations and Troy would have been saved.
You could get to like that face a lot.
And don't call me Annie
You didn't have to be rough