The only pic I have from my wedding so far... me in all vintage and my bridesmaids in the waiting room before I go down the aisle. My dress is 1940s and my second dress was 1929. I'll post more pics when I get them. About to fly to France now for my honeymoon so please be patient with my Old Hollywood posts. Back to business asap!
As promised, here is a bit more of Diane and Al, from her book Then Again. Third and last part will be posted in a few days.
"He was so sensitive that he was insensitive to his surroundings. I know that sounds like an odd description for the Godfather, but sometimes I swear Al must have been raised by wolves. There were normal things he had no acquaintance with, like the whole idea of enjoying a meal in the company of others. He was more at home eating alone standing up. He did not relate to tables or the conversations people had at them. (...) "Heaven" brought me something else: Al Pacino one more time. He was irresistible as always, and we started palling around, but it was different this time. We were older. He wasn't the Godfather. I wasn't Kay Corleone. He invited me to come to his home one Sunday, then another and another. Al was consumed by two things: baseball and the theater. He was an artist. In the middle of the GF III shoot in Rome, I gave Al an ultimatum: Marry me, or at least commit to the possibility. We broke up, got back together, and went on to spend another year implementing our pattern of breakups. Poor Al, he never wanted it. Poor me, I never stop insisting. (...) I didn't care if it would work or not. I was happy to hear him read Macbeth at midnight, just to listen to the sound of his voice. He was crazy. Crazy great. It was always 'Di.' ' Di, make me some coffee, hot and black.' 'Di, come sit next to me so we can talk.' He hated goodbyes. He preferred to vanish as mysteriously as he appeared. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night and find him making tea or eating popcorn and plain M&Ms. He liked plain. I liked him plain. I loved him, but my love was not making me a better person. I hate to say it, but I was not plain. I was too much. (...) Two months after dad died, Al admitted in the safety of the therapist's office what I must have always known: He never had any intention of marrying me. What he wanted was out. And that's what he got. He got out. I watched him walk into the light of the California sun without so much as a glance back. Later the same day, he flew to the safety of New York." #dianekeaton#alpacino#thenagain