Among her thousands and thousands photographies, I wanted those which captured her inner truth, her sadness, her sickness. I know all about her because she's my idol since my 12. Today, maybe she could have been cured or appeased, but would she have avoided her fascination for the powerful men of this world ? She died with her secrets we now know. Like Icarus, she burned her wings.
Here are my favorites, simply Marilyn. In loving memory.