"El que lee mucho y anda mucho, ve mucho y sabe mucho."
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Take a walk on the wild side
Cambridge was too suffocating for Edie. She had some oppotunities in New York- that's the way I understood it. Bright lights! Hit the big town there and pick up your heels and have fun! She wanted to kick out and do some things. She wanted to be in a bigger space, and New York offered a bigger space for her. Everybody knew Edie. That was mortifying for me. "You're Edie's sister? You're Edie's sister?" Edie's sister... Edie this, Edie that, Edie everywhere. She was famous. Cambridge was too small for her. SUKY SEDGWICK
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She felt that Cambridge were "not enough". New York had a real night life. It was a natural migration.
I helped her pack and drove har to New York in her Mercedes-Benz. The car was completely filled with mismatched luggage, boxes. parcels, and such miscellaneous objects as stuffed animals, straw baskets, and a large collection of unpacked hats. Her visibility may have been bad with all that lugage, but that was typical of Edie's kind of vagueness.
I think her idea was to model in New York . Much of that summer of 1964 she went to a salon where they literally pounded her legs into shape. Her legs were not good in those days -piano legs- but by the time the course was over she ended up with those legs that were so famously beautiful. GORDON BALDWIN
EDIE An American Biography
Copyright Jean Stein and George Plimpton 1982
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