| Claxton 
                  Interview: Marlene Dietrich
   In 
                  spring 1955, I had an assignment from Columbia Records to photograph 
                  Marlene Dietrich in Las Vegas, where she was performing at the 
                  Sands Hotel. It was all quite sensational, not least because 
                  she was appearing onstage in a "nude evening gown" designed 
                  by Jean Louis - all jewels and netting worn tightly over her 
                  naked body. Our meeting was scheduled for 6:00 p.m. in her dressing 
                  room backstage. I walked down the hallway looking for the door. 
                  On my way I passed a room in which an elderly woman sat. She 
                  looked very much like my grandmother, who had come from St. 
                  Petersburg. I stopped in my tracks. This can't be. Was that 
                  Marlene Dietrich? I slowly approached the dressing room door. 
                  "Come in," she said. "You must be the photographer, yes?" There 
                  sat a small, thin lady with fine and delicate features and just 
                  a wisp of hair on her head, just like my grandmother. She smiled 
                  and invited me in. "Put away that camera; sit down next to me." 
                  "Hannah," she said to her assistant, "bring our young photographer 
                  friend a cup of tea." I sat down next her dressing table; she 
                  sat facing her mirror, hardly looking at me. "Now, my dear. 
                  You see this?" She pulled on the loose skin below her chin and 
                  shook it. "We don't want to see this, understand? You sit there 
                  and enjoy your tea, and I will explain how I like to be photographed. 
                  I have a great deal of experience; and believe me, I know this 
                  face." She tugged at her cheeks, not looking at me, looking 
                  only at the mirror, and began to apply her make-up meticulously, 
                  layer upon layer - eyelashes, rouges, powders of various shades 
                  - all the while explaining to me how the light strikes her face, 
                  how it hits her cheekbones and reflects back to the camera or 
                  to the audience. Her eyes never left the image in the mirror. 
                  After about an hour, she snapped her fingers and beckoned her 
                  assistant. The assistant came in with a blond wig and helped 
                  Ms. Dietrich place it carefully on her head. They fussed with 
                  it a bit. Finally, she turned and faced me directly. She looked 
                  stunning. "Now," she said, "you may take out your camera."  |