It was late on a Saturday afternoon when Douglas Kirkland ambled down to the end of his driveway in the Hollywood Hills to check the mail.

To the west, way out over the Pacific, you might have seen a line of bruise-colored clouds puffing themselves

up.

Looked like they meant business.

LA was in for some rain.

It was at that moment that Douglas' wife, Francois, who was puttering in the garage,

looked up and noticed that a young woman in a white sports car

had stopped in front of her husband.

It was a meata, and there was a very pretty girl,

pretty blonde girl in there with all...

What looked was her entire wardrobe next to her.

And she looked very frazzled.

Francois overheard the girl in the sports car, asked Douglas about a house that resembled a

castle. Douglas said he didn't know what she was talking about, but Francois did.

And I kind of yelled out, said, you know, the castle is that place on Green Valley. It's sort of like at the corner of a little street and it's got, you know, statues all around it,

a little turret and all that.

That's the castle.

That's what we call the castle.

Relief washed over the young woman's face, along with, what, anticipation, anxiety, excitement, all mixed up in those big blue eyes.

Douglas Kirkland knew the look.

For decades, he'd been a celebrity photographer in Hollywood.

He made his reputation taking iconic pictures of stars, and those who had stars in their eyes.

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