“My mother had the most incredible skin I’ve ever seen; it was like delicate porcelain, so fine and translucent you could see the veins if you looked closely enough. I used to sit on her dressing table when I was six or seven and watch her put on her makeup. I would stare at her while she put on her lipstick, leaning in real close so I could see, and she’d try not to laugh at me because she didn’t want to smear. She had tiny little feet that were wide from dancing all those years; great legs, and the most wonderfully expressive hands. My mother was just so beautiful. She was a movie star.”
Lorna Luft

“My mother had the most incredible skin I’ve ever seen; it was like delicate porcelain, so fine and translucent you could see the veins if you looked closely enough. I used to sit on her dressing table when I was six or seven and watch her put on her makeup. I would stare at her while she put on her lipstick, leaning in real close so I could see, and she’d try not to laugh at me because she didn’t want to smear. She had tiny little feet that were wide from dancing all those years; great legs, and the most wonderfully expressive hands. My mother was just so beautiful. She was a movie star.”

Lorna Luft