by Dyan Cannon
Before reading this book, my only point of reference for Dyan Cannon was her appearance as the fraud-of-a-domestic-diva in one of my guiltiest of guilty pleasures: Christmas in Connecticut (1992 TV movie version). I had no clue she'd been married to Cary Grant. I also had no clue that he was known throughout Hollywood as a kook who did LSD. Talk about revelations.
In an engaging, open writing style, Dyan recounted not only her relationship with Grant but also the start of her own career. I got a kick out of the way she approached her life as a young woman - free spirited, yet pragmatic; naive yet thrown into Hollywood situations ripe with the possibility of debauchery. For as interesting as her life with Cary turned out to be (and it truly was!) what stuck with me was the way Dyan approached her life after Cary. That section of the book felt altogether separate from all that preceded it. In a way, though, that's entirely appropriate given the intensely emotional (and physical...LSD is not good for you!) repercussions of the relationship.
Diane was a true California girl, through and through. She embodies the free, loving spirit of the 1960's, too. So combined, here's the look Dyan has inspired this month.