Gene Tierney had the kind of beauty that could silence a room. Tall, dark-haired, with cheekbones carved like marble and eyes the shade of a storm gathering over water, she seemed less like an actress than a vision conjured by a painter. Yet behind the immaculate surface of Hollywood’s most glamorous starlet of the 1940sContinue reading “Gene Tierney: The Allure and the Abyss”
My World of Interiors 