I will always remember this summer day in Paris, when I was to perform a great acrobatic move. I can still see myself stepping on the ring of a packed circus along real performers.
Someone said to me, “Hey, what’s it like kissing Marilyn Monroe?” I said, “It’s like kissing Hitler. What are you doing asking me such a stupid question?”
Even on a personal note, my dressing table downstairs is crowded with things, like a mini landscape. It’s a city with buildings and towers and roads. There’s a pool and a little park. When I move something around it becomes a different tableau.
