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Hessing. Pickford. Servaes. Proud Mary’s keep on burnin’.

You would think that being single involves going to parties and singles’ bars all the time – although I doubt the latter still exist. I’ve been happily alone for the last six months now but to be honest with you, I’ve been concentrating on anything but finding a new special someone. As far as I was concerned, all I needed was to spend some time alone in Trás-os-Montes, a region of Portugal so remote that the rest of the country literally started calling it Over the Mountains. And then, of course, come back home and do a therapeutic makeover of my bedroom. But that’s all behind me now. I’ve found a my new normal and decided last week to start going out again. More or less. I thought I’d dip my toe in the water at the WOTH issue 5 launch party at the Hague home of its editor-in-chief Mary Hessing. Needless to say, I got carried away taking pictures of her place, politely shoving everyone out of the way so that I could get a clear shot.

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After I got home, I decided to go to bed early and let YouTube’s recommendations take me wherever they would. I ended up watching some video’s about Pickfair, the legendry mansion of Hollywood’s first ever movie stars Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks. You can find an excellent blogpost about Pickfair on My Love of Old Hollywood. For now, I’ll just copy a small selection of the pictures you can find there and embed some of the YouTube video’s I’ve been watching. Oh by the way, did you know that Pia Zadora ended up buying Pickfair in the late Eighties and then demolished the place because she thought it was haunted? I wish one of the ghosts she saw there had just kicked her little ass out on the street!

 

Okay and then finally, I thought I could use a third Mary to round out my story. Enter Mary Servaes, the erstwhile Queen of Smartlap. I always wondered what her home would look like but somehow never bothered to Google it. Until last night, that is. And you know what? I would love to one day retire, sit in my own living room and drown in tchotchkes, white roses and gold records. Because I’m a big old Mary myself and I don’t care who knows it. Big wheel keep on turnin’, proud Mary’s keep on burnin’!

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