#anna maria pierangeli

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1954 Allan Grant, Pier Angeli, Life Magazine.

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[tina-aumont]

In 1959, Teresita separated from her husband Yves Manuel from whom she had a very little daughter (Raïna Paris Manuel Gracia) and started a passionated relationship with Italian actor Maurizio Arena.

He didn't treat her well and the relationship didn't last...

And here you have a photo dated from the 7th June 1960 where you can see Maurizio Arena dating Anna Maria Pierangeli.

Later on he worked with Tina Aumont in the film "Storia de Fratelli e de Cortelli" in 1973, you can see him with Tina in this post.

Very special thanks to @74paris for sharing this story and the photos provided. Little by Little we are getting more information about Tina's relatives, and that is very beautiful.

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[*] Anna Maria Pierangeli  - attrice italiana nota negli Stati Uniti come Pier Angeli

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2022: William Klein, fotografo e regista statunitense. Era conosciuto per il suo approccio ironico di tecniche fotografiche inusuali nel contesto del fotogiornalismo e della fotografia di moda. Dopo aver iniziato come pittore, Klein studiò presso Fernand Léger ed iniziò ad esporre i suoi lavori. Decise comunque di spostare la sua attenzione al mondo della fotografia e divenne un quotato fotografo…

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Actresses Marisa Pavan, right, with her twin sister, Pier Angeli, in 1952.

Maria Luisa Pierangeli, known as Marisa, and her fraternal twin, Anna Maria Pierangeli, were born on June 19, 1932, in Cagliari, on the island of Sardinia, to Luigi Pierangeli, an architect, and Enrichetta (Romiti) Pierangeli, who later helped guide the careers of her daughters. (Their younger sister, Patrizia, born 15 years after they were, also became an actress.)

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MARISA PAVAN (1932-Died December 6th 2023,at 91).Italian actress who first became known as the twin sister of film star Pier Angeli (Anna Maria Pierangeli) before achieving success in her screen career. She received an Academy Award nomination and won a Golden Globe Award for her performance in the 1955 film The Rose Tattoo. Marisa Pavan - Wikipedia

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my only truth,that´s what nobody can see.

It's not a diary, it's…I don't know what to call it. In my profession, any note is nothing more than that, a reminder that you have to do something.

All those idiots out there who think they know my misery have no idea.

Yes, I will never walk with one arm tied behind my back. But they don't understand anything at all. They think they know me, and they take thousands of photos of me a day, but the more images of me they have, the more they lose their sense of reality.

Because reality wouldn't sell, because the bitter truth is that whoever they call my true love is not.

Because love is no more real than we would like to believe.

They just wonder if I sleep with men, or with women, that's the only thing they think about. At least they don't hide it…I hear them, and I don't answer them. why do it?

It doesn't make sense, because whatever I say will be what they believe.

They ask me about her , Pier… they call her the love of my life, I'm bitter without her.

According to them, my last name is not Dean but Montesco, and she is Anna Maria Pierangeli, but Pierangeli Capulet.

She only gives them the head for that… and nothing will change this fact, even if I die tomorrow.

Isa tells me to shut up, to let it happen. But damn! Even when?

I am nothing they say, I am just myself living my life.

I'm so drowning in pain because Pier abandoned me that I can't even breathe, I have Marlon Brando waiting for me in my bed every night, I watch the Vampyra show, that crazy girl whose name I don't even remember or when I met her… I even that I met Miss. Monroe, the most beautiful woman in America…they make up so many things that I don't even have time to laugh or cry.

When they send me those shitty magazines I just burn them.

Yes, with my cigarette, by myself, in my underwear.

I'm sorry, Marlon. Tonight it happened, you won´t be my lover anymore, gosh, this cup of milk is shit. again, i will come back.

My true love…that's what all teenage girls want to know.

Well, love is nothing more than friendship. It's being at home, it's feeling like someone is listening to you, without stopping to see if they have a vagina or penis.

I know lust, I know sex.

But that tickling that has entered me from my back to my heart, and that made me spend all day with my friend, and on occasions, embarrassing more than regrettable, sticking my body to hers so that it was more than a simple friendship …what is that? I only know that I felt it, and that I was happy with what she gave me.

They say I met true love with a girl who ran off with someone else. And that my heart cried tears of blood, that I was there on her wedding day with my motorcycle.

I have been?

Oh shit. Maybe yes.

But I only know that I suffered with her. My true love broke my heart they say, but more than anything my dignity, but not with my friend.

With my friend I was happy every moment of my life. Because for hours at work, and even outside of it, she was there for me. She never got tired of waiting for me.

She was more than just a friend, she was a mother…maybe she was a lover. I close my eyes and I can imagine it.

I only know that I look into her eyes and I drown, I drown… I have no desire to touch even a hair on her head, and I am already his.

My friend, shit. I love you because you love me, and not even I can write here what I feel about our friendship.

Only without her i would have been dead a long time ago.

Damn I'm not good with words, I never have been.

But you fill me with joy. It is the plenitude that you have given me. I don't care if it's love or friendship. I know what I need, and what you give me.

Jimmy….tells me oh, how she does it!

Jimmy boy tells me when we are… well when she has me naked next to her.

Everyone talks about me. But for once I do it.

When we left each other's cigarettes after filming today, I knew we were going to do it. The ballet.

That we would commit the madness of our exercises.

I've only seen her naked once. But I didn't need more.

Because I haven't had a happy moment with my friend, they all are, that's why I know they are golden. That all of the above is nothing more than a shadow or something like that. I don't know how to say it to make it elegant. I'm not a writer.

She gave me her words, her conversation, she listened to my confessions, she gave me all her support knowing that I am what I am. Just a miserable wretch who does what he really wants. A great painter, a frustated pianist.

Yes, I have a lot of money, I told her

"Oh Jimmy boy and I have more than you," she told me, "you're a bastard when you talk about money, but i love when you speak about your matador skills."

Together we laughed, all our conversations sounds like that. My friend lets me go back to childhood. She takes care of me and gives me ideas, she plays with me.

​she invites me to all the places where she´s with her husband and kids. she does not care if i bother them, and i don´t care at all neither, because i´m not there for her family, but for her.

If only they wanted to know everything about me…they would only have to see me with my friend.

And they look at us, over and over again but they don't realize anything.

Shit, being an actor is like stopping being you.

They know everything about your character in the movie and your supposed self, but not about yourself in truth.

My friend warned me. And I believed her.

I'm not talking about Brando anymore. I no longer compare myself to another.

"You're magnificent Jimmy," my friend tells me, "if you believed me, you wouldn't worry, it would just be you."

We talked about everything, the other day we talked about the universe.

I brought a telescope to the set and at night we saw the stars. Everything is so desert…and we gave them names, insults and demons.

We dedicate them to those scavengers who call me Romeo.

Blind, blind, blind.

My friend and I synchronized.

I wait for her in her sleep, and when I sleep, she waits for me.

I never had this with anyone. Not even with my parents. Only when my mother let me sleep in the tent, but she only looked out to see me in the garden, I, afraid, ran to the house.

My mother laughed, but not like my friend.

My friend tells me that I am everything to my father too, I believe her, because when I hear her voice I can't escape it, I can only say yes.

Before meeting her I didn't know what friendship really was, nor what true love meant.

Let those stupid people say, let them write.

Love is nothing more than being at home, with your only family, and your home can be where that person who has proven to give you everything you need is.

Mine was the set of "Giant" with our creepy director. Damned.

But I respect him because she asked me to.

I apologized, I would do anything for her.

My only consolation, I don't believe in God, but I would pray for her to always be there for me. And I know she will be.

That if something separated us we would see each other again. Because I was born to be her friend, I was born so that she loves me in the way she prefers, in the way she can…

Nothing can make me give my friendship again to another woman as I did with her, or to any man. Not even my love wrapped in that friendship, damn it, love is nothing more than a sick man wrapped in the blankets of her bed.

In the friendship.

i knew about human feeling with her. and when i say all, i mean ALL. NOT ONE left without be touched for us.

She´s inside me, she´s me. Damn, even i keep her things now, a lipstick, her cigarettes,and more, she will kill me.

Your company, your company…I fear death. I was once banned from having racing cars and motorcycles for fear of losing their fucking million dollars, but if she knew herself… that I'm more afraid of dying for losing her friendship than for money or going to hell. .

I love you, my friend. But you know it. You know everything about me. Inside and out.

Even if i am the Romeo of a bitch with no personality.

Your Jimmy Boy (1955)

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ANNA MARIA PIERANGELI. Also know as PIER ANGELI

[citizenscreen]

From August 6, 1951: Pier Angeli formerly Anna Maria Pierangeli, the Italian actress who moved to Hollywood and is currently the star in 'Teresa'.

[tina-aumont]

💐Santa Barbara, March 27th 1956. Marisa Pavan and Jean-Pierre Aumont’s wedding💐

In these screencaps we can see the newlyweds getting out of the Town Hall and we can also see Tina Aumont, who is 10, holding hands with Patrizia Pierangeli (Marisa and Anna Maria youngest sister) who is 8 years old.

What could have been a new and lovely family for Tina (it seems she and Partrizia got along very well, at least when they were kids; and Tina and Anna Maria loved eachother very much), it ended being her worst nightmare since Marisa Pavan threw away Jean-Pierre Aumont's brother and family out of the house they were sharing, she threw away also Lucita and her family, fordabe talking about María Montez and sent Tina away in boarding schools...

As a side note, Marisa Pavan and her mother also forbade Anna Maria Pierangeli to wed James Dean, who was the love of her life, she was forced to marry Vic Damone in 1954 (they divorced in 1958) and then she married Armando Trovajoli in 1962 (they divorced in 1969). Although Anna Maria had two children (one from each marriage), she was never happy with her husbands although she really loved her sons very much.

Here you have a lovely photo of Anna Maria Pierangeli taken in 1959 while she was filming "Sos Pacific" in the Canary Islands. Courtesy of @74paris, muchas gracias!

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Anna Maria Pierangeli (1932/1971)

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Anna Maria Pierangeli (1932-1971) fotografata da Allan Grant nel 1954

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