‘When she sold the house to the Bradlees in 1979, Edie left behind an entire cabinet filled with childhood porcelain animal figurines, teapots and dollhouse furniture in the brother’s (orange) bedroom. Sally cleaned them up and moved them into the Pink (porch) Room , which is now used as a study - and is no longer connected to a porch.’
‘Edie making herself beautiful while essentially ignoring an interviewer with whom she was tired of tolerating… October, 1975.’
I can’t stand a country house.
In the first place, it makes me terribly nervous.
I’m scared to death of doors, locks, people roaming around in the background, under the trees, in the bushes.
I’m absolutely terrified.
I’m not a bit terrified of the city, not a bit.
—(Little) Edie Beale, Grey Gardens, 1975 (via benjmackay)