My mother, she killed me, My father, he ate me, My sister Marlene, Gathered all my bones, Tied them in a silken scarf, Laid them beneath the juniper tree, Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.
Marlene Dumas is one of the two or three most successful female artists alive, if you judge by prices. I've never reviewed her work, because I find nothing in it to get excited about no matter how hard I look.
When I grew up, you wanted to look like Marlene Dietrich, Betty Grable. Fortunately, I didn't know that I really wanted to look like Lena Horne. When I grew up. . . black stars were stigmatized. Nobody wanted to look like Lena Horne.
I grew up on Bette Davis movies, and Marlene Dietrich, Marilyn Monroe.
Even the most beautiful legs - Marlene Dietrich's, for instance - look better when the kneecap is covered.