Saturday, April 14, 2018
This super shot of Joan is from the 1958 issue of Esquire magazine which featured a photo spread depicting the dream roles Joan would like to play.. This one features Katherine in 'The Taming of the Shrew' which eventually was played on screen by Elizabeth Taylor..
Monday, April 9, 2018
|Joan with Percy, Jeffrey Lane & Rene Horsch celebrating the news during the latest 'Hello!' magazine shoot at her new LA pad.|
"We were at the Vanity Fair Oscar party, and we turned around, and I was like, 'Oh my god, there's Joan Collins'," she said. He grabbed me by the hand and off we went. The deal was made on that floor. It's amazing."
|Joan at Vanity Fair party with Sarah Poulson & Holland Taylor|
Friday, March 30, 2018
Thursday, March 29, 2018
This super shot features Joan in the new season of 'The Royals' currently screening in the USA on E! Channel USA Sunday's at 10/9c
DAME JOAN COLLINS has long loathed slobbery celebrity greeting. Recently, she says, they gave her flu - and she'll NEVER air kiss again
HOW I admire the Japanese culture’s sensible approach to greeting people when they meet — a simple bow or nod of the head is enough, be it to friends, acquaintances or strangers. There’s no handshaking, hugging or, heaven forbid, kissing.
Unlike we British, they obviously know plenty about germs, especially as they are often swathed in gloves and surgical masks.
If only I could find them in silk and satin and swathed in Swarovski crystals! Because while I’ve long been concerned with germs, I’ve become even more wary following my recent experience with a terrible bout of influenza.
Where did I catch it from? It’s almost impossible to know, but I believe the deadliest germ carriers are other people’s hands and faces — which makes my life tricky, considering I work in a profession where hugs, kisses and physical contact are the norm.
Indeed, in the course of my career, some actors and directors have put my immune system under serious strain, so unnecessarily up close and personal have they become.
My flu virus struck when I was on a plane to Dubai as I travelled to perform my one-woman show at the opera house in December. In spite of having had the flu jab, which protects one from the virus’s deathly A-strain, apparently one can still succumb to the less serious but still awful B-strain, which I unfortunately contracted.
|Joan with Cilla Black & Cliff Richard|
Regardless, the show had to go on, so I staggered on to the stage and managed to get through it, in spite of several coughing fits. Back in London I took to my bed like a Victorian lady with a case of the swoons — legs shaky as spaghetti, ribs aching from a hacking cough. Bed-bound for a fortnight, I almost felt that the end was near. (I’m an actress — you have to expect some drama.)
Ever since, I have upped my one-woman war against germs. A few weeks after my illness, on a flight from London to LA, I was adamant on blocking the airvent above me with duct tape and swabbing my seat and media screen vigorously with disinfectant wipes. I had armed myself with enough hand sanitiser, nose-blocking gel and baby wipes to stock a corner chemist.
I was protecting myself from the zillions of invisible germs that lurk inside aeroplanes, as they do on every surface from door handles to lift buttons and supermarket trolleys. Indeed, while I’ve long worn gloves as a fashionable accessory, now I wear them whenever possible to protect myself against virulent germs.
And, yes, I try to avoid shaking hands — instead offering my jaunty closed fist for a gentle bump, which is usually met by a puzzled expression unless the recipient is approaching puberty — much less this ghastly fad of kissing and hugging strangers.
|Joan with brother Bill at launch party for 'The World According To Joan'|
The bane of my life is the bear hug followed by a sloppy kiss on the cheek from total strangers. As I was born and brought up at a time where you didn’t kiss or hug anyone except your family, and it was the norm to seldom receive much affection from your parents past the age of ten, this is a fad I can’t adjust to.
My mother was a germophobe long before it was trendy to be one. As her first-born, she wrapped me in cotton wool. When we went out in the pram, and because strangers would often coo over me and get far too close for her comfort, she felt compelled to have a sign printed, which she put on the blanket covering her little darling, stating: ‘Please do not kiss me.’
Unfortunately, I no longer have that sign, as it would be still useful. Yes, other actors and actresses seemingly relish sharing their intimate space with others, but call me cold and aloof — and I try not to be — I don’t willingly participate.
So these #metoo movements and mysterious unwritten laws that make it verboten to get too close to your colleagues suit me just fine, even though I generally am against the nanny-state these movements engender.
After the curtain comes down actors are no longer supposed to fraternise with each other and much less with the management and production staff. However, if those were the rules in 2000, I would never have been able to date my husband, Percy, when we met in San Francisco and toured the U.S. He was managing the company and I was playing opposite George Hamilton.
Luckily, George is not one of those actors who spray you with saliva when you have a scene in close proximity. Ever the gent, we worked together several times on TV and he has never parted his lips during a kissing scene.
|Joan with Christopher Biggins at launch of 'The World According To Joan'|
Sadly, that doesn’t apply to a few other actors, who must have exposed me to more germs than I care to think about. As soon as the director yells ‘action’ during a love scene, these actors become full on with the hands, the mouth and the dreaded tongue.
Not to speak ill of the dead (but I will), I played opposite George Peppard in a little epic called The Executioner, shot in Greece. Unfortunately, he was an eager beaver in the amorous department. Wearing nothing but knickers and a sheet during our first love scene, I was at somewhat of a disadvantage as all 6ft 2in of him was splayed on top of me.
The wardrobe lady swiftly pulled the sheet away at the last minute and he came in for the kill. I tried a closed mouth screen-kiss, but he attempted the full-on Frenchie, and as I politely extricated his tongue from my throat for the fourth time, I became angry.
I protested to our director, Sam Wanamaker, while GP looked on in amusement as the make-up department tried to reconstruct both our lipstick-covered faces.
‘Just do it a little less forcefully, George,’ said Sam persuasively.
‘OK,’ he growled, ever the great star, and off we went again:
Sheet off; Peppard on; tongue in — ugh! Sam was finally satisfied and cried cut. ‘Did you enjoy that?’ smirked George.
|Joan with Nikki Haskell after her show 'One Night With Joan' at Feinsteins|
‘No, I hated it and you didn’t have to be quite so “method”,’ I retorted as I struggled back into my robe, trying not to be the day’s cabaret act for the crew.
‘You’re a prude,’ he sneered. ‘Most actresses love it.’
‘Well, I’m not one of ’em,’ I said and stalked off speechless with fury. George became petulant and refused to talk to me, so we communicated only through our make-up people and during our scenes.
Another actor to perform inappropriate kissing on me was Gene Barry (otherwise known as Bat Masterson in the eponymous U.S. TV series). The details are hazy, but I was a wife pining for my estranged husband who appears to be a double agent, and Gene was the spy master trying to catch him out.
In the movie, Gene escorted me to my front door after a platonic dinner date.
He then tried what was supposed to be an avuncular goodbye peck on the cheek but out came that tongue again. ‘No, no, you can’t do it like that,’ I said struggling away. ‘I’m supposed to be grieving.’
‘For Chrissakes, what are you? Frigid?’ he demanded.
‘Yes, I’ve had two kids and two husbands, and I’m frigid,’ I replied, but Gene didn’t get the sarcasm. ‘I’m Gene Barry. I’m the hero of this picture. This woman’s gotta enjoy it. My fans will be disappointed!’
‘Well, my fans will hate it. Why don’t you go kiss them instead?’
|Joan with Gene Barry in 'Subterfuge'|
We WERE frosty from then on, until he made a guest appearance in These Old Broads, which I starred in with Shirley MacLaine, Debbie Reynolds and Elizabeth Taylor, decades later. He recalled, not our fall-out on the set, but my subsequent appearance in Playboy Magazine!
Thankfully, neither of these saliva-filled interactions gave me a cold or flu. I wasn’t so lucky when I experienced another distasteful kiss on legendary producer Sam Spiegel’s super-yacht, moored in a gorgeous bay outside Cannes.
I was with Roger Moore and David Niven and their respective wives, looking forward to a birthday celebration for some other Hollywood big-wig. Twenty of us were seated on deck on a long table. Roger toasted the birthday boy, then added: ‘And it’s Joanie’s birthday today too!’
‘Congratulations, honey,’ beamed Spiegel, ‘And have I got a present for you, little lady.’ He lumbered up to me and plonked a tonsil-probing smacker, complete with snake-like tongue, on my lips. Roger thought it was hilarious.
I sat there gobsmacked with a sickly smile on my face as the table whooped with glee and I surreptitiously wiped my mouth on my napkin.
The following day I came down with a virulent strain of flu and had to spend days in bed.
So, dear reader, if I don’t accept your kisses, hugs and handshakes, it doesn’t mean I don’t like you. It just means I don’t want to catch your germs.
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
To promote 'Rally Round The Flag Boys' in 1958, Esquire magazine ran a photo spread featuring Joan depicting the four dream roles she would love to play.. This fun shot depicts Joan as Polly Brown the main character in 'The Boyfriend'.. Will feature the others in future posts!
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
EVENT UPDATE : PACIFIC PIONEER BROADCASTERS TRIBUTE LUNCH .. THE SPORTMEN'S LODGE LOS ANGELES .. MARCH 16TH 2018 ..
|Joan on the dais with Percy & Alana Stewart|
PPB President Alan Perris presented the Art Gilmore Career Achievement Award to Joan Collins at PPB's
Joan is internationally renowned for her role of Alexis Carrington Colby in Dynasty, one of the most highly rated evening and long running TV dramas of all time.
Winner of two Golden Globes and two People's Choice Awards, nominated for an Emmy award among several others, Joan has starred in more than 60 feature films and hundreds of television programs.
Some of her more memorable films are The Girl In The Red Velvet Swing; Rally Round The Flag Boys; The Virgin Queen; The Bravados; The Opposite Sex; Land Of The Pharaohs; Road To Hong Kong; The Big Sleep; Steven Berkoff's Decadence;and Kenneth Branagh's In The Bleak Midwinter. She continues to work on at least one major project a year and her most recent movie, The Time Of Their Lives, co-starring Pauline Collins, was released in March and is now available on DVD. She is currently in production on a new movie Gerry
Joan has worked with great movie legends and has guest starred in some of the most popular TV series, such as Star Trek, Starsky & Hutch, Mission Impossible, Love Boat, The Persuaders, Space 1999, Batman, The Man From U.N.C.L.E., Policewoman, Baretta, The Nanny, Will & Grace, Roseanne; Footballers Wives; Hotel Babylon and most recently Rules Of Engagement and Happily Divorced.
Joan Collins is also a best selling author and has published sixteen books, as well as an accomplished stage actress, having starred in over 11 plays and musicals on Broadway and London's West End.
In 2015, Queen Elizabeth II elevated Joan Collins to Dame Commander of the British Empire (D.B.E.) for her lifetime contribution to charity work, after having presented her with The Most Excellent Order of The British Empire (O.B.E.) for her services to the arts in 1997. She is married to Percy Gibson, who was on the dais honoring Joan at the PPB luncheon along with Alana Stewart, George Schlatter, Carole Bayer Sayer & Diahann Carroll..
|Joan centre stage with Alana Stewart, Carole Bayer Sager, George Schlatter, Diahann Carroll, Chuck Street, Jeffrey Lane & Percy Gibson.|
|Joan with Brian Panella, Diahann Carroll, Carole Bayer Sayer, Alana Stewart & Jeffrey Lane|
Sunday, March 11, 2018
|Dame Shirley celebrates Brucie..|
Joan paid tribute to Bruce ...
''He was such a hard worker in terms of making everything look effortless, which of course it wasn't. He made it look easy!'
Filmed at the London Palladium, this very special tribute hosted by Tess Daly sees a variety of famous faces and friends honour one of this country’s biggest and best-loved entertainers and broadcasters, Sir Bruce Forsyth.
The evening features some of Sir Bruce’s favourite songs performed by a wealth of artists, including Dame Shirley Bassey, Alexandra Burke and Michael Ball and Alfie Boe, as well as dance performances from the Strictly professionals and Adam Garcia.
There are also many personal tributes from stars including Sir Elton John, Sir Lenny Henry, Sir Michael Parkinson, Dame Joan Collins, Ant and Dec, Alesha Dixon, Anton Du Beke, Claudia Winkleman, Paul Merton, Jon Culshaw, Lord Sugar, Bradley Walsh, Rosemarie Ford, Arlene Phillips, Len Goodman and many more.
Saturday, March 10, 2018
My 60 outrageous years at the Oscars: Dame Joan Collins on being rushed to hospital to be cut out of a skintight dress and offending every leading actress in the room
Can it really be 60 years ago that I first tottered down the Oscars red carpet in vertiginous pink satin heels and a pink balloon-skirted gown that I had designed myself?
I was an excited young starlet when I set foot inside the Pantages Theatre, Hollywood, to attend what was then the 30th Academy Awards and I shall never forget it.
I was majorly excited because one of the nominees for the Best Actress award was my very close friend Joanne Woodward.
She was accompanied by her handsome movie star husband Paul Newman and I was with my friend, the producer John Foreman, and my boyfriend Arthur Loew Jr.
Joanne was up for her staggering performance in The Three Faces Of Eve, but facing tough competition from Deborah Kerr, Anna Magnani, Elizabeth Taylor and Lana Turner.
Despite it being the biggest night in Hollywood, Joanne had styled her own hair. As had I.
We had also applied our own make-up and wore our own jewellery. Those were the days!
But Joanne had one up on me and all the other guests that evening. She had designed, cut and sewn her own dress.
'Shocking,' shrieked the tough, outspoken grand dame Joan Crawford. 'By making her own clothes, Joanne Woodward has set Hollywood glamour back 20 years.'
Well, Joan, you should see what some starlets are wearing today.
Cut to the crotch, boobs barely contained, legs akimbo — many frocks today seem attached to their wearer by tooth floss. I'm sure she'd turn in her grave.
Joanne was mighty proud of her intricate green velvet dress with matching coat and it looked brilliant when, to our whoops and cheers, she stepped on to the stage to receive the winning statuette.
'I'm keeping the dress,' she said when a museum in her home town asked for it to be displayed.
'I'm almost as proud of it as I am of my Oscar.'
How times have changed. And not just in terms of the frocks.
No stranger to the 'wolves' of Hollywood myself, I am glad that actresses of today are no longer frightened to speak up about the sexual harassment that, in my day, was par for the course.
I've lost count of the times I was called frigid, a shameless flirt and a cold, heartless b**** for rejecting unwelcome advances.
But there is a danger, too, of Hollywood losing its sense of humour in its quest to right untold wrongs.
There was no chance of that back in 1958 when the brilliant Bob Hope was the Master of Ceremonies, trading quips and insults with the likes of John Wayne, Burt Lancaster and Kirk Douglas.
These were some of the most talented, charismatic actors of what is now called the 'golden age' of cinema.
Having been an avid movie-goer since I was eight, I was utterly star-struck to see Burt and Kirk perform a hilarious song-and-dance routine called It's Great Not To Be Nominated, which poked fun at some of the male nominees, including Marlon Brando, Alec Guinness and Charles Laughton.
The number ended with a spectacular stunt in which Kirk stood on Burt's shoulders, who held him aloft as they danced jauntily off the stage.
It was such a success that, to my surprise, I was asked to perform a version the following year with two other British actresses — Angela Lansbury and Dana Wynter.
'When, in 1984, I presented the technical awards with Arnold Schwarzenegger, there was a designer on board who insisted I wear a strange melange of styles 'to go with the theme of the night'. This confection consisted of a long black skirt and a bright red sequin beaded top'
Legendary lyricist Sammy Cahn wrote the lyrics to It's Bully Not To Be Nominated, which we performed in exaggerated English accents.
Angela and Dana wore slinky satin sheaths while I opted for a tight gold lamé number which, again, I had designed myself since I considered the old-school Hollywood designers outfits too fussy and complicated.
Besides, I didn't have a dresser to truss me up in the corsets and buttons and bows with which they festooned their evening dresses.
|Joan with Angela Lansbury & Dana Wynter|
As it turned out, I had to console myself that at least my dress looked good, because the reaction to our skit fell way short of the applause that had greeted Burt and Kirk.
We, nevertheless, trundled on, only discovering later — to our horror — that all the nominated actresses had been insulted by our japes and had taken the jokey lyrics personally.
Granted, the words were pretty unfunny, although we did raise a grin from Shirley when we hissed: 'Shirley MacLaine's a talent that's rare, if you like juvenile delinquent hair.'
Legendary comedy actress Rosalind Russell glowered as we made reference to her age — ageist jokes don't go down well in Hollywood — so I was surprised to see this year's host Jimmy Kimmel crack a feeble joke about Christopher Plummer, still magnificent at 88.
It was a shame Rosalind took it personally as she and I got along quite well the year before, exchanging quips when I presented Best Cinematography to Jack Hildyard.
She asked me to explain what a cinematographer does, and I said: 'He's the one who shows up first on set before anyone is there, fixes the lens, adjusts the lights, peers through the viewfinder at you and then stands up and asks: 'So, what were you up to last night?'
At the after-party in 1959, I chatted with the witty and urbane David Niven who had won Best Actor for Separate Tables.
That was also the year the show ended up being too short for the allotted television broadcast.
Joan with her husband Percy Gibson arriving at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party in LA this year
The producer, Jerry Wald, started cutting numbers from the show to make sure it ran on time, but ended up cutting too much material, so the ceremony finished 20 minutes early, leaving bemused host Jerry Lewis to attempt to fill in the time.
Jerry asked the presenters, winners and nominees to come up on stage while he took the conductor's baton and played a lovely waltz as he told us to, 'Keep dancing, kids, keep dancing!'.
For ten excruciating minutes, a host of stars such as Dean Martin (Jerry joked of his former comedy partner, from whom he'd split acrimoniously: 'You never thought Dean and I would be on stage together again'), Natalie Wood, Robert Wagner, Maurice Chevalier and little me had to awkwardly take each other's hands and prance around while Jerry frantically encouraged us.
Eventually, NBC cut to a re-run of a sports show.
It never happened again.
In 1974, I had another encounter with Niven when my then husband, producer Ron Kass, was nominated for best documentary for Naked Yoga.
True to the title, a streaker shot past security and paraded naked on stage in front of Niven, who had the wit and presence of mind to joke: 'Isn't it fascinating to think that probably the only laugh that man will ever get in life is by stripping off and showing his shortcomings?'
The audience burst into hysterical laughter.
As the Eighties dawned, stylists came into vogue.
When, in 1984, I presented the technical awards with Arnold Schwarzenegger, there was a designer on board who insisted I wear a strange melange of styles 'to go with the theme of the night'.
This confection consisted of a long black skirt and a bright red sequin beaded top.
It was backless and almost frontless, which I wasn't happy about as I thought it was too revealing. I laid out in the sun and got a deep tan to cover my embarrassment.
'This year I was bewitched into a structured beaded gown by Mark Zunino, with a long train which was constantly stepped on, almost tripping me up'
Arnold, however, seemed quite taken with the outfit and put his arms around me several times in what today would most certainly be deemed 'inappropriate touching'.
Never one to play the victim, I touched him back, squeezing his massive bicep —which was as hard as steel.
I wasn't the only one to be surprised when he went on to become governor of California and have a child with his maid.
As the Eighties powered on, it was considered rather tacky to not wear anything but designer duds, and as I was then working on Dynasty I was lucky enough to be able to borrow several outfits I'd worn on the show.
It was also around this time that the legendary super-agent Irving 'Swifty' Lazar started hosting his fabulous Oscar night viewing parties at the trendy Spago restaurant.
By this time, most stars who weren't nominated or presenting preferred to go to Swifty's party, rather than face the hassle of red carpet madness at the actual ceremony.
Lazar's parties were a much coveted ticket, as he was meticulous about whom he invited. Competition to be asked was fierce and he had to fend off hundreds of wannabe invitees.
I was honoured to always be on the guest list, as was my late sister Jackie, along with major luminaries and legends such as Billy Wilder, Robert Mitchum and Cary Grant.
It was a veritable Who's Who of Hollywood.
In 1992, I went to my table at Spago escorted by Swifty's right-hand man, Alan Nevins, and saw that he was seated next someone called 'Ms Ciccone'.
'Who's that?' I enquired.
'Me,' said a little voice in reply and I turned to see Madonna wearing a black beret, a string of pearls and a simple blue top.
I wore a long, black lace dress which I had bought myself, unlike most of the actresses on the red carpet who were loaned their designer dresses and bling.
Today, the top actresses actually get paid to wear a particular designer's dress and jewellery, sometimes as much as $200,000 (£144,000).
In the days before freebies and Instagram, if you can imagine such Medieval times, privacy was also highly prized.
Swifty did his utmost to keep his parties truly private and became enraged if people took pictures inside.
Each year, his table arrangements were more and more spectacular and he forbade any of his guests to stand up and mingle during the television broadcast.
One year he banned Raquel Welch because she was socialising too much!
Swifty died in 1993 and his legendary parties were taken over by Graydon Carter, editor of Vanity Fair magazine.
Graydon continued the tradition of inviting the great and the good to marvellous seated dinners to watch the TV broadcast. The event continues to be a required stop after the awards along with Elton John's AIDS Foundation party.
The now famous Vanity Fair party started at Morton's restaurant, then Cecconi's (which was great because Elton's was over the street and people could walk back and forth between the two).
It then moved to the Sunset Tower Hotel, finally becoming so big they had to erect a tent across a main thoroughfare to connect it to the vast Annenberg Center.
Jackie and I went to both parties every year, and we always had the most brilliant time.
We were quite the Oscar regulars!
Which made my Oscars fashion disaster in 2011 all the more embarrassing.
I'd squeezed myself into a mauve and violet Georges Hobeika gown, gifted to me by Georges himself for a photoshoot.
Monday, March 5, 2018
EVENT UPDATE : THE VANITY FAIR OSCAR PARTY .. THE ANNENBERG CENTRE FOR THE PERFORMING ARTS .. LOS ANGELES .. SUNDAY MARCH 4TH 2018 ..
Following an appearance at Elton John's Oscar Viewing Party, Joan dazzled the carpet at The Annenberg Centre for the Annual Vanity Fair Party hosted by Radhika Jones....
|Joan with Sarah Paulson & Holland Taylor..|
EVENT UPDATE : ELTON JOHN'S OSCAR VIEWING PARTY .. THE CITY OF WEST HOLLYWOOD PARK .. WEST HOLLYWOOD .. SUNDAY MARCH 4TH 2018 ..
Joan wows on the carpet at Elton John's Oscar Viewing Party sponsered by BVLGARI at The City Of West Hollywood Park in West Hollywood..
|Joan with Elton John|
|Joan with Lionel Richie|
Sunday, March 4, 2018
PUBLISHED:, 3 March 2018
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 20
|Piers with Joan & Nikki Haskell|
Joan Collins and her husband Percy threw a splendid house-warming party at their beautiful new Beverly Hills apartment.
The room was packed with Hollywood figures, including… Michael Brandon.
‘Michael! I don’t suppose you were…’
‘YES!’ laughed the Dempsey And Makepeace legend. ‘I felt such an a** shouting your name like that, you must have thought I was some crazy man.’
‘Actually, it’s more disturbing than that,’ said Celia, ‘he thought you were a fan.’
Designer Tom Ford arrived. ‘I’m wearing one of your shirts,’ I told him.
‘That’s nice,’ he replied.
‘In fact, I have more than 100 of your shirts!’ I added, excitedly. (I wear them for all my TV work.)
‘That’s nice too,’ he replied, without a single tonal change to his unimpressed voice.
I guess if you’re a friend of, and dresser to, Sir Elton John, then you’re used to more Imelda Marcos-style levels of sartorial extravagance.
Stefanie Powers and I got into a lively guns debate.
‘I have a firearm,’ said the Hart To Hart beauty whose on-screen romance with Robert Wagner electrified the world in the Eighties. ‘You have to in this country because there are so many of them out there.’
‘Would you fire it?’ I asked.
‘Honey,’ she retorted, ‘if someone broke into my home, damn right I would. And I’d shoot to kill, not wound.’
I had an amusing chat with George Hamilton, the man with the world’s most famous orange face until Donald Trump became President.
‘What do you make of him?’ I asked.
‘Best reality TV show ever,’ he laughed. ‘He’s made politics entertaining and exciting. I tune into the news every night to see what’s happened next. Whether that’s a good thing is another matter.’
‘Do you know him?’
‘Yes. He once threatened to sue me over some trivial thing involving Miss Universe when I co-hosted it with his ex-wife Marla, so I called him up and we went at it for a bit, then he suddenly laughed and said, “OK, let’s forget it and have dinner.” Everything with Donald is negotiable.’
Stefanie walked past and blew him a lingering kiss. ‘It must be great being George Hamilton,’ I sighed.
‘Relax, Piers,’ he chuckled, ‘she thinks I’m Robert Wagner.’
Friday, March 2, 2018
Joan has appeared in many popular tv shows over the years including a guest appearance in this top 1966 show 'Run For Your Life' starring the late Ben Gazzara.Read more at the following link..
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE 1966 UNIVERSAL ..
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE 1966 UNIVERSAL ..
Thursday, March 1, 2018
Joan enjoyed an night out for dinner at Craig's West Hollywood last night looking fabulous in a trendy pair of red boots as she made her way in to meet up with friends..
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Dame Joan Collins reveals the secrets of a successful marriage...
After no fewer than four divorces, Dame Joan Collins today reveals she has finally found the secrets to a happy marriage.
The first, she tells The Mail on Sunday Life supplement, is banishing your partner to another room if they snore. And another is sharing the housework. She says honesty and giving compliments are also key factors in keeping a relationship happy.
Dame Joan gives a revealing and sometimes hilarious insight into her 18-year marriage to theatre manager Percy Gibson in today’s exclusive interview. She says: ‘We are together 24/7 except when he snores, and I say, “Darling, I think it’s best that you sleep in the guest room tonight”.’
By Dame Joan Collins for The Mail on Sunday
Having just celebrated 16 glorious years of wedded bliss with the love of my life, I feel highly qualified to opine on the subject of marital happiness. After all, I’ve been practising being a wife almost all my life. I started on that rocky road on my 19th birthday, and since then there have been very few years when I haven’t been either married or in a relationship.
I’ve been married to an Irishman, an Englishman, an American and a Swede (it sounds like the start of a joke), but I highly recommend the half-Peruvian, half-Scottish breed as per my fifth husband, Percy Gibson. Here’s why…
When Percy and I met 18 years ago, I was in a long-term relationship that was dragging along. After the acrimonious divorce from my fourth husband, Peter Holm – a process that lasted longer than the 13-month marriage itself – I had declared that I never wanted to marry again, and I kept to that promise until I met Percy.
I was in San Francisco, performing in a stage production of A. R. Gurney’s Love Letters, and Percy was the theatre manager of the show. We hit it off immediately. He was funny, engaging, good-looking, and after the show I would socialise with him, my co-star George Hamilton and my daughter Katy.
We had a lorra lorra laughs and bonded like family. I remember one particularly wonderful evening in New York when Percy took me to see Kiss Me Kate, and while we listened to the romantic words of the song So In Love, we realised we had something.
Although Percy is three decades younger than me, it didn’t matter as the camaraderie between us grew during that six-week theatre tour. We discovered that our fathers were born in the same decade of the early 20th Century, and that they were strict and uncompromising with their children, so we also bonded over shared values.
By the time of the tragic events of 9/11, which made us both realise how precious, short and unpredictable life is, we decided we wanted to make our relationship permanent.
After we were married, I very much enjoyed being called Mrs Gibson, even though we hadn’t made it official on the marriage register. When the time came to fill in the document, I asked Percy if he wanted me to change my name to his but surprisingly he declined, explaining quite reasonably that my name was too long established professionally to be changing it for the sake of appearances. He was comfortable knowing that I was his wife. After all, at one time he did have to contend with being called Mr Collins, but he shrugged it off with a laugh.
Percy has been married once before, so between us we now have seven marriages, but nevertheless we are terribly happy. We adore the same things – theatre, movies, reading, good conversation and travelling. We also love working together and did several plays which Percy either managed or produced. Now we are on stage together as part of my theatre show. It’s all unscripted but Percy introduces our act, makes jokes and fields questions from members of the audience.
We are together 24/7 except when he snores, and I say: ‘Darling, I think it’s best that you sleep in the guest room tonight.’
Michael Caine once said the secret to a happy marriage is separate bathrooms. I know most people don’t have that luxury but in our homes, and whenever possible in hotels, we try to keep to that rule. It really does make a difference.
Although the age gap between us was commented upon constantly when we announced our engagement (when someone asked me whether I was worried about the difference, I quipped: ‘If he dies, he dies!’) the remarks have tempered as time has gone on and our marriage has flourished.
I see female friends with spouses the same age or older than them and they seem to take on the characteristics of that older person. And since women historically live longer than men, they often become widows in their 60s or 70s.
Marrying a younger man has the advantage of being with someone who has vigour, vitality, stamina and health, which certainly encourages me even further to keep in shape both physically and mentally. I’ve been active all my life and eat a healthy diet, so I am in good physical and mental health. Percy says sometimes he can’t keep up with my energy and zest for life, so I know a man my age could not!
The fact is that I feel no different really than I did 30 years ago and thank goodness for that. Yes, it takes effort to exercise two or three times a week, but everything in life worth having involves effort.
As for managing our daily lives, we do everything together, although Percy does most of the cooking, as he enjoys it more than I do
Family is also extremely important. I love my family and although we have our occasional differences, in the long run blood is thicker than water and I will always be there for my three children and three grandchildren. Percy totally supports my flock, even if they can be difficult at times. Being a Libra, he is infinitely more patient than me, a flighty Gemini, and he adores my family. As an only child and never having had one himself, he truly enjoys being with all the gang.
One of the reasons I believe many marriages break up within a few years is that couples initially fall in lust rather than love. The early days of any relationship are full of passion and desire. Hormones are rampant, libido rules and couples often tumble, excuse the pun, into a passionate marriage, believing it will be until death do us part.
But the relationship often disintegrates as soon as the adoration wanes and the real person is revealed. If sex is all there is, being with the same person and doing the same things in life – and in bed – can become tedious.
People put their best foot forward early in their mating period. They care about their grooming and their personal habits and they feel their best as the pheromones kick in. But as time passes and irritating habits such as snoring are revealed, they want to end it.
|Joan & Percy onstage in Dubai|
And they’re the lucky ones, because some discover that the person they married is actually mentally unbalanced or abusive, which is downright dangerous.
We made it clear from the beginning that there were certain things we wouldn’t tolerate in our marriage. Sadly, abuse is something I experienced in my first marriage, and no woman (or man) should ever allow it, either mental or physical, although so many still do. That is why I support the #MeToo movement and I hope that it will spread outside of showbusiness and fashion to help everyone.
Infidelity is another no-no. My marriage to Anthony Newley ended because of his womanising and to me that breaks a sacred bond. Faithfulness and trust in each other are essential, and I admit that I went down that dangerous path of being unfaithful when I was in an unhappy marriage w my third husband, who was addicted to drugs. That is another habit that cannot be endured in a marriage as it changes the person abusing the substances and can lead to enabling or worse, dragging the other person in the marriage down the same road.
Even without these extreme circumstances, accepting your partner as a human being, with all their faults, can be hard. Ultimately, friendship, mutual respect, values and understanding are what binds a relationship. Percy and I were lucky as we worked together first and became friends who lusted for each other from afar.
I think this was helpful as we found each other’s bad habits either surmountable or even endearing, and realised that despite them we enjoyed each other’s company. In fact, as I write this in Percy’s office, he is on his computer and it’s all extremely comfortable and cosy.
Of course, we get irritated with each other – his driving, my incessant interrupting, his snoring. I’m not a Stepford wife and he’s an alpha-male Peruvian-Scot, so sometimes we clash but it doesn’t last long and we are quick to say sorry. We don’t have any secrets.
We compliment each other all the time but I’m also quick to point out if he’s getting a bit of a tummy, and he will say if I’ve gone a bit OTT with the glitz.
I think Percy loves me best when we are at home together – me without make-up and with scraggly hair, and him unshaven and in his tracksuit bottoms – because we love each other for who we are and not what we look like.
As Percy said on the day that we married, we are each other’s ‘accomplices in mischief, comrades in arms, confessors, confidants, fearless leaders and loyal supporters, and very best of friends’.
He is my soulmate and my rock. When we decided to marry, my gut instinct told me this was the man for life for me – and luckily it has come true.
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
|Joan with Tom Ford & Jack Rich|
|Joan with Alana Stewart|
|Joan with longtime pal Max Bryer|
|Jack Rich with Donna Mills|