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Doris Duke. Her impending divorce from James Cromwell had been all over the newspapers and she was avoiding them as best she could. The studio was to be her hideout in San Francisco. We said we would keep it a secret. She was charming and we were delighted to have her stay there. There have been many odd happenings in my studios. This was the only time one became a refuge for a lady in distress.

Not long after this, I came into the orbit of another prominent figure, Adrian. In the cliche [[cliché]] of the day, he was the man "who dresses the stars." He had been the head designer at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer and he had established a magnificent salon in Beverly Hills where he showed his collections.

My work came to his attention in a somewhat roundabout way, via the Chinese quarter in San Francisco. The reader no doubt has observed that I am fond of almost anything Oriental. I have literally eaten my way through Chinatown, from end to end, several times. Having browsed