After Christine Rosamond drove me up a Santa Monica mountain in her new Cadillac, she made me an offer. She told me she owes her success to me, and would teach me her style in gratitude. A hour later I found her projector hidden away in her closet. Christine now asked me to help her feel like an artist because her overnight commercial success did now allow her to develop a artistic identity. I thought she wanted my creative identity and told her I could not give her that. This was the biggest mistake of my life. If Rosamond had shown me the projector, first, told me she cuts out pics of fashion models and projects them onto a canvas, then the light-bulb would have gone off!
“Let’s call up Rena whose portrait I did inspired you to take up art! She will be our model, our muse. We can even design clothes for her.”
A year later I designed a dress for my girlfriend. Gloria Ehlers, to wear to Christine’s wedding. Marilyn made a jacket for Rosamond’s husband, Rick Partlow. Gloria, Marilyn, Christine, Rosemary, and Lillian could sew. In 1976 my aunt Lillian wanted to open a boutique and name it ‘Rosamond’, but, Christine wouldn’t allow it. Big mistake!
I offered to teach my daughter Rosamond’s style, and Belle. I wanted Rena to send me photographs of her when she was young so I could do a series of paintings. If outsiders were not sold the Rosamond Gallery, it might have become the Boho Fashion Center of the World. My father’s people came from Bohemia. Christine and my ex-wife are wearing the dress Marilyn designed.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2015
Rosamond Press 
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