Katharine Hepburn photographed by Richard Avedon, 1955.
“Soft and sleek – and looking – looking…Sloe-eyed – moving through the woods on a carpet of wet brown leaves (or anyway a carpet – the best – and long – and deep)…No sound – only a rhythmic beat…Honey dripping from her temples…Eyes unblinking – glinting green – challenging…Her texture bread-dough soft – and smooth and tawny – rising alive…He has penned in a lioness…No claws for those she loves – babies – mate – and even friends – a few…The best – the best (what the hell – they must be – they’re mine)…You are subdued by her lavish enthusiasm – lulled by the repetition of your own extraordinary virtues…You are king among mice – secure – remarkable – you have no equal…You belong to the kingdom of her children – she will protect you…But if you do not belong: look out…No zulac from the bazaar has a sharper knife – can use it without pause – direct – piercing…Love or Hate…Yes or No…Good or Bad…Victorian clarity…Soft – sun-serene surface – surface – surface – and under it – Woman.”
Lauren Bacall by Katharine Hepburn
Katharine Hepburn on the set of her Broadway play The Philadelphia Story, photographed by Alfred Eisenstaedt.
Humphrey Bogart & Katharine Hepburn at a press reception at Claridges (London 1951, via popperfoto)
“That woman is sensational. I’ll tell you frankly, she used to irritate the bejeepers out of me with all that ‘mahvelous’ talk. But when I got to know her I found out she’s one helluva dame.”
-Bogart on Hepburn