andrewromano:

JFK would have been 95 today. Above, the program from his 45th, otherwise known as the one with Marilyn Monroe. 

She was their Marilyn, an aristocratic blonde with knowing blue eyes, lissome moves, the softest curves, and sometimes, a velvet pouch with pot and acid at her side. “She was what woman were meant to be,” one former lover sobbed, still bereft 60 years later. Among her conquests was a man named Jack—John F. Kennedy to you and me. And like him, the story goes, she had to die before her time.

Her name was Mary Pinchot Meyer, and she lived and died in a gone world of monogrammed matchbooks, white-glove dances at Yale, yachting summers in the Med. She bewitched the blue-blooded men she ran with and who ran the world for a while, arrogant, entitled men who thought of themselves as poets and spies.

Revisiting the mysterious murder of Mary Pinchot Meyer. 

(AP Photo)

For a second I thought she was holding the cup with her mouth, but it’s better that she’s not.