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Would you like to go shopping with a real live movie star? Then come along with Joan Crawford
By MAUDE CHEATHAM
JOAN CRAWFORD and I had agreed to meet in the lobby of the Ambassador Hotel. We arrived at the same moment, just as a clock on a church tower, a block away, was chiming the hour.
We were both so amazed at the other's punctuality that we burst out laughing. So, our little lark started out gaily.
It's a grand adventure to go shopping with Joan. Like most girls, she loves to prowl around the shops but has so little opportunity. This day, being free from the studio, she was out to visit her favorite haunts and I was fortunate indeed, because she seldom includes anyone on these festive tours.
Joan looked very smart in a brown checked suit, a perky hat a-top her longish bob, and matching accessories. A vivid scarlet scarf twisted at her throat added a real Crawford dash — somehow, her clothes are always so expressive. She looked exactly as if she had just stepped from a painting.
As we entered one of Los Angeles' most exclusive shops, the manager and two clerks came forward to meet her.
Joan's greeting was friendly. She laughed, "I've just paid my income tax so don't tempt me too far."
Within a few minutes a lovely white satin evening gown was being modeled for her by a girl of her own measurements and coloring.
Joan was entranced with the simple lines and the rounded neck with its folds of soft satin and after admitting that anyway, she never could resist a white evening gown, she ordered it sent to her on approval.
She told me she never tries clothes on in the stores, preferring to do it at home so she can study the effects more leisurely. Her shoulders are wide so she depends on adjusting the hip lines to fit. She has an expert seamstress who attends to her alterations. Perhaps this is the secret of her always being perfectly fitted.
Another gown was purchased, one of her favorite Hattie Carnegie models, just in. It was of jet sequins, very tailored and all black except for a white pique collar and cuffs.
Said Joan, "I'm buying this to wear to Norma Shearer's party and I'll wear a black velvet bow in my hair." {Please turn to page 51]
Ardent shoppers will recognize the gleam in Joan's eyes, above, as she leaves the store to drive home.
Left: A new portrait. Far left: In this scene in "Forsaking All Others" Joan wore her beloved, comfortable mules.
The New Movie Magazine, June, 1935
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