Portraits of a woman of exquisite beauty, whom was a fashion icon, a performer of immeasurable talent, a lover, a smile and a glance which act as does the sunlight upon the oceans and the skies, the embodiment of all that is meaningful and all that can ever be. A book of photographs you might well say? This book is a veritable Garden of the Hesperus. It really is so. Thence, it is a reminder that the form which is beauty's essence can never die. By the way, there is more akin to the 'truth of things' in the book's Introductions, (Tito Gobbi's statement about immortality), than in any other text I have read, save for those of Shelley, Byron and Keats. Yes, on opening this book, many miracles perform for the reader and will do so again and again and again... in memories of its pages and beyond.