Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1957)

(days of my life. Someday I may look back and know this. But today — you don’t know.” Today there isn’t time to know. “I’m a one-way girl,” Kim says in her own honest way. “This would be a very bad time for any man to be interested in me.” Gossip columns linking Kim with any number of various swains are a source of mystery to her. She’s dated Sinatra briefly, but there have been only two men presently in Kim Novak’s life, each important in his own way. Mac Krim, Bel Air sportsman and investment broker, of whom Kim says, “He’s just a wonderful guy.” And Count Mario Bandini, wealthy young Italian businessman, who was an exciting beau during Kim Novak’s whole European adventure, when she attended the Cannes Film Festival last year. Kim met the charming, intelligent Bandini at a luncheon in Rome. Although columrpsts keep referring to him as a Count, he told Kim that he was not a Count — that over there they just referred to him that way. Their first date was to go to a palace ball, with dreamy-eyed Kim in white swirling chiffon, surrounded by dignitaries and titles on every side. Mario Bandini was a devoted, intelligent, charming escort, joining Kim and her publicity representative, Muriel Roberts, in Venice, Cannes, Paris — wherever they were, whenever his business interests allowed. He’s associated with romantic memories of Maxim’s and Harry’s Bar and lilacs and Venetian gondolas and Neopolitan songs. “Count Bandini — they’ve even got me doing it — Mario’s coming in April,” Kim informs us. “He was coming Christmas but I was working and he postponed his visit. He’s a fine person, nice-looking, gallant, just the way you think a European man would be. Just the kind of man I wanted to meet when 1 knew i was going over there.” Kim will make no predictions about what will happen. Personally, she leaves her future to any prophets who dare. But it’s doubtful whether Mario Bandini, or any European, would compete with — or understand— the world that is Kim Novak’s now. This world nobody could understand perhaps as well as Mac Krim, who knew Marilyn Novak when Fame tapped her for a chosen child. He helped give her confidence during those first months when she needed it most. He understands Kim’s dedication to a goal, to proving her place in that world. And watching Kim’s star rise he must know that world could someday be without him. Once, back in Chicago, a little girl had wished for a prince — but there’s no time and no place for one in the kingdom into which Kim has been projected so rapidly. She’s a one-way star in a oneway sky. And how do you stop a meteor in its flight? But there are times when the two worlds of Kim Novak meet and are one. Kim Novak was Jeanne Eagels Christmas Eve. But when the cameras stopped rolling and the sound stage darkened, and Hollywood put all its magic away, a weary Kim told Mac Krim, “I want to go where it feels like Christmas, where there are children. Do you want to go with me?” They were soon in the car heading for Rolling Hills, where Norma Kasell lives with her husband and three children. Kenra, nine; “Little” Kim, six; and Kristin, aged two. “Big Kim” idolizes “Little Kim,” who’s quite a personality in his own right. Blond crew-cut, all-boy, and a wide grin. “You came first — I was named for you — ” Kim tells a delighted little boy. “We’re having quite a few people over,” Norma Kasell had explained on the phone to Kim. Did triends trom Chicago, two couples, one with four redheaded little boys. Still want to come?” “Oh yes,” Kim said. They sure wanted to come. It was a real folksy evening. Neighbors dropped by and the house bulged with oldfashioned family cheer. They sang, they taped everything anybody could think of to say, and they were having so much fun making Christmas for the children that all present decided to spend the night there. For a small house — this took some spacing. The children were bedded down on the floor, and the adults spent most of the rest of the night wrapping presents for them. Kim finally got sleepy and went to bed in a single bed in one of the rooms, Little Kim blissfully asleep on a pallet on the floor beside her bed Around dawn a Chicago father decided to look in on all his redheads and make sure they were tucked in. “I can only find three of my boys!” he said. His five-yearold was nowhere around. The search was on. They found him sleeping on the shoulder of a beautiful blonde. He’d climbed into bed with Big Kim. And Jeanne Eagels was nowhere around. This is the Kim Novak who wished upon a tree and got magic beyond measure. The lonely girl who longed to be part of the crowd and who today belongs to millions. The Kim who won’t draw the blinds of her bedroom because the dawn is “so crispy new — the most beautiful time of the day.” The Kim who rides on the back of the wind. Who loves to lie on the beach at night and count the stars in God’s heaven — and forget her own. The End DON'T MISS: Kim Novak in Columbia's "Jeanne Eagels" and "Pal Joey." The Make-Up of Young Moderns Who has time these days for elaborate facial care? The people who write the articles seem never to have needed to keep a house, husband, and baby happy all at the same time! That’s why young marrieds find Magic Touch make-up so wonderfully-ideal. No muss or fuss— no time to apply ( with fingertips, in seconds ) — and no look of the “siren” (how many sirens change diapers?). But beauty, yes! For this lightly-lovely make-up hides blemishes, smooths color tone and glorifies complexion. And more, it protects the skin as you wear it, lubricates with its creamy richness, ends need for elaborate bedtime creamings. 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