Two way nude cam
As the 50th anniversary of her death approaches, Lawrence Schiller, in an adaptation from his memoir of those sessions, recalls Monroe’s mix of vulnerability and cold calculation as she guided his camera toward the ultimate revelation—breathtaking nude shots, some unseen till now—and their tense encounter the day before she died.
When I pulled into the Twentieth Century Fox Studios parking lot in Los Angeles in my station wagon in April 1960, I kept telling myself that this was just another assignment, just another pretty girl that I was going to photograph. In 1956, when I was a college photographer, I had seen her angelic face on the cover of The studio publicist walked me to one of the many soundstages; this wasn’t the first time I’d seen large trucks containing recording equipment parked outside and a red light flashing in front of the entrance, indicating that filming was in progress. Then the publicist led the way through the heavy soundproof doors.
Not that it excuses everyone involved from being either a desperate attention whore or a manipulative, exploitative sociopath.
Small alcoves on either side feature a total of four screens, each playing video works.At first I thought she was joking but she was quite serious.They’ve been married for 10 years and she wanted some tasteful shots – nothing too risque or explicit – that she could give to celebrate their anniversary.I had no idea where that came from, and that made me even more nervous than I already was.I stuck my hand out to shake hers, and the three cameras dangling from my neck banged into one another. “You look a bit young to be so bad.”“I’m 23,” I managed to answer, “but I’ve been shooting since I was about 15.” It did no good to tell myself that she was just 33.