Louise Brooks is a geometric perfection from another time…this time however, exceptional as her bodily art-deco outline was, it was, this being more rare, equal to a beauty of mind and spirit. An avid reader of Schopenhauer between takes, she professed to love nothing and no one, no Hollywood, no motherhood, no lover, or stardom. And this is why she will be always in my heart: a star that burned ever so bright /without the secular allure of stardom to corrupt it up... My fascination for Ms Brooks has remained intact…
A Schopenhauerian beauty to grace our cold nights…Louise was immortalised in one film, German expressionism Master G. W. Pabst’s 1929 “Lulu”/Pandora Box:
"In a corner sat a very beautiful girl reading the aphorisms of Schopenhauer in an English translation. It seemed absurd that such a beautiful girl should be reading Schopenhauer, and I thought quite angrily that this was some sly publicity stunt of Pabst's. Some twenty-five years later, I found out that Louise Brooks really did read Schopenhauer…". (Sight and Sound, 1967)
Louise’s beauty is divine because it is silent. She belongs to the black and white sublime, a sombre beauty made out of shades of silver and darkness - a sublime age, before the beauty garish of Technicolor and noise availed itself over all celluloid - an epoch of loss, rather than gain…
Her spirit, her integrity, cost her: a gradual slide into destitution…this is my kind of woman, always pure, no compromise, no regrets, and always an angel from the offside of heaven and hell…
“There is no Garbo. There is no Dietrich. There is only Louise Brooks!” right on…
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