Alley Valkyrie and Kim Haffner had a fit of raging jealousy because I pay more attention to Belle, then them. The glass slipper, fits!
Sensing I was honoring her, the Beautiful Beggar Waif, plotted on how to extract some nickels from my writing so she can feed them into the Nickelodeon and view the wonderful French Dancing Girl who she emulated. Dancing her way up the path to the castle where live her prince, Belle projected herself in her place. She betrayed the old writer. She put a witch on him. She wanted him destroyed. This is how the best Fairytales go.
The old writer survived the curse and wrote a play about Beautiful Belle. Passing by the theatre, she read her name, and saw her likeness on the poster. If only she could afford to buy a red dress. Finding a open door in the alley, she snuck in and watched the drama from high in the rafters.
This secret door was the best thing that ever happened to her. She never missed a show. Then, one evening, she put her hand on the knob, turned it, but to her utter dismay, the door was latched.
Closing her eyes, she could barely hear the closing tune. She had a vision of La Belle dancing her way out of the labyrinth into the arms of her prince.
Belle du Labyrinthe
……….ran for a hundred years.
Belle and I met at the Wandering Goat, I am going to go forward with my desire to render Belle in several works, one being a grouping of my muses like the one John did above. Being kin to Talitha Getty, via Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, brings together a grouping of artists and muses that are kin to my later sister, Christine Rosamond Benton. Christine was her own model. With Belle, the Sleeping Beauty Court is awake! Above is Christine at the Getty mansion where she spent several nights.
Belle Burch made a verbal contract with me, being, in exchange for the Schwinn bicycle I gave her, she in turn would give me ten hours of modeling.
As I informed Belle, our meeting was a historic event, being, she is now associated with a family of artists and muses of great importance.
Christine is wearing one of Marilyn’s dresses she bought, the same one my wife wore at our wedding.
Another to come under Pol’s spell was the dancer Rudolf Nureyev, who first met her at a party in 1965. According to Nureyev’s biographer, Julie Kavanagh, the two were in thrall to each other, to the extent that Nureyev “had never felt so erotically stirred by a woman” and told several friends that he wished to marry Pol.
Talitha Dina Pol was born in Java, then part of the Dutch East Indies (now Indonesia). Her father was Willem Jilts Pol (1905–88), a painter who subsequently married Poppet John (1912–97), daughter of the painter Augustus John (1878–1961), a pivotal figure in the world of “Bohemian” culture and fashion. She was thus the step -granddaughter of both Augustus John and his muse and second wife, Dorothy “Dorelia” McNeil (1881–1969), who was a fashion icon in the early years of the 20th century. By Ian Fleming’s widowed mother, Evelyn Ste Croix Fleming née Rose, Augustus John had a daughter and Talitha’s aunt, Amaryllis Fleming (1925–1999), who became a noted cellist.
in Augustus John’s art she at times served more exotic purposes, wearing scarves and long dresses, but was also the subject of domestic scenes, including those which show her with Augustus’ first wife and their children. It is said that she “made a significant contribution to the ‘bohemian utopianism’ of the artist’s most intensely creative period, c. 1903-1914.” Eventually she had two sons and two daughters with Augustus. She lived with him until his death in 1961. Her step-granddaughter was the 1960s bohemian fashion icon Talitha Getty.