I was born ten years after Marilyn Monroe died, and still can’t remember the first time I saw a photograph of her. It may have been the famous shot where she’s standing with her hands on her hips, wearing a gold lamé dress against a dark background. She was luminous and magical, like a goddess, but the expression on her glossy red lips was hard to decipher. There was something distant and sad, yet also very innocent about her.

An interview with me appears in the latest issue of Club Passion Marilyn, an excellent French magazine. If you would like to join the club, please visit their website here