"She's a legend in her own mind." - Jayne Mansfield on Mae West
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J.C. vs. J.C.
"A middle-aged, regal, but not terribly attractive woman in a sea-green silk dress embroidered with sequins in the fashionable ‘short in front and long in back’ style. With eyebrows as thick and dark as Groucho’s, lipstick and matching nail varnish obviously ‘Jungle Red’, and hair done in a curiously old-fashioned forties’ style, which was echoed in her ankle-strapped, platform-soled stilettos, she was a formidable sight. When each guest was brought over to greet her, she extended her hand graciously, giving a more than passable imitation of our own dear queen. When Jimmy introduced me as ‘one of England’s newest and brightest young stars’, Miss Crawford didn’t take my outstretched hand. Her eyes swept me dismissively from top to toe, her lip curling disdainfully at my low-cut white organza top and full black and white tulle skirt. She obviously didn’t like what she saw so she didn’t deign to speak to me, but chatted animatedly to Jimmy. I wanted to tell her that my mother, a great Crawford fan, had named me after her, but I didn’t think she would have the stomach for such trivia." - Joan Collins
Battle of the Bouffants
"I recall a specific evening, not long after [President Kennedy] was assasinated in Dallas, when Jayne and I were sharing a bottle of champagne. Depressed, she wanted to talk about the late President. He had once told her, she recalled, that her voice was very much like that of his wife Jackie. The idea seemed to deepen her depression. She'd felt insulted.
"'Can you imagine that?' she asked. I could, because she did. 'I don't sound like her,' Jayne complained. 'She doesn't sound like anything.'" - Jayne Mansfield's former press secretary, Raymond Strait
Battle of the Bouffants
"I recall a specific evening, not long after [President Kennedy] was assasinated in Dallas, when Jayne and I were sharing a bottle of champagne. Depressed, she wanted to talk about the late President. He had once told her, she recalled, that her voice was very much like that of his wife Jackie. The idea seemed to deepen her depression. She'd felt insulted.
"'Can you imagine that?' she asked. I could, because she did. 'I don't sound like her,' Jayne complained. 'She doesn't sound like anything.'" - Jayne Mansfield's former press secretary, Raymond Strait
J.C. vs. J.C.
"A middle-aged, regal, but not terribly attractive woman in a sea-green silk dress embroidered with sequins in the fashionable ‘short in front and long in back’ style. With eyebrows as thick and dark as Groucho’s, lipstick and matching nail varnish obviously ‘Jungle Red’, and hair done in a curiously old-fashioned forties’ style, which was echoed in her ankle-strapped, platform-soled stilettos, she was a formidable sight. When each guest was brought over to greet her, she extended her hand graciously, giving a more than passable imitation of our own dear queen. When Jimmy introduced me as ‘one of England’s newest and brightest young stars’, Miss Crawford didn’t take my outstretched hand. Her eyes swept me dismissively from top to toe, her lip curling disdainfully at my low-cut white organza top and full black and white tulle skirt. She obviously didn’t like what she saw so she didn’t deign to speak to me, but chatted animatedly to Jimmy. I wanted to tell her that my mother, a great Crawford fan, had named me after her, but I didn’t think she would have the stomach for such trivia." - Joan Collins
When Bombshells Meet...
Jayne Mansfield and Cleo Moore
Jayne Mansfield and Jane Russell
Jayne Mansfield and Marilyn Monroe
Jayne Mansfield and Eva Gabor
Jayne Mansfield and Diana Dors
Jayne Mansfield and Joan Collins
Jayne Mansfield and Sophia Loren...it's usually a bust.
When Bombshells Meet...
Jayne Mansfield and Cleo MooreJayne Mansfield and Jane RussellJayne Mansfield and Marilyn MonroeJayne Mansfield and Eva GaborJayne Mansfield and Diana DorsJayne Mansfield and Joan CollinsJayne Mansfield and Sophia Loren...it's usually a bust.
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