At the Santa Monica beach, we did the pictures together, all day long, constantly. It was getting late in the afternoon, the sun had gone down, and it was getting windy, and she was at the last moment getting very exhausted and tired. She said “George I hope this can be the last picture.” and I said “I promise it is.” She was dressed in her fisherman’s sweater, and she had a little blanket covering her legs. She leaned forward, she puckered her lips, and she blew a kiss to me. She said “This is just for you.” I’ll never forget that day as long as I live.
- George Barris