Last night we were invited to attend the book signing of a Princess thrown in a beautiful private home in Bel Air. The invitation came urgently at the last minute the day before. Turns out one of Ronn’s close childhood friends was a friend of the person putting this event together. She was desperately trying to connect Ronn with a producer from Italy that was interested in him for a project. As I read the story of what this Princess’ book was about, I felt like I had heard the story before and expressed it to Ronn. I had this feeling of excitement building in the pit of my stomach as we left to go to the party. And I always pay attention to the people and coincidences that are presented to me when these feelings occur. I speak more in detail on this in my book, “True Age, Timeless Beauty.”
As we entered the elegant mansion where this party was held and started speaking with Dialta Alliata Lensi Orlandi, she reminded me of someone we met in Rome this past June. Although this person was a man, there was an unusual sense of a connection. We began conversing with a number of people throughout the evening, each having some sort of connection to Ronn’s past. The most astonishing was a producer, Jay Weston who did one of my favorite movies, “Lady Sings The Blues.” He’s also a writer for the “Huffington Post.” Turns out Jay knew Ronn’s father from many years ago and it’s extremely rare to meet someone today who knew Ronn’s father since he’s been dead for nearly 20 years!
This seemed to be the pattern throughout the evening at this party. I saw the gorgeous Barbara Carrera, whom I knew already through my friend and Matron of honor, Tina Hillstrom and Richard Chamberlin, who looked like he could actually be Ronn’s father or at least play him in a role. But the shocker of the evening was that Dialta’s book, “My Mother, My Father and His Wife Hortense” is the true story of Dialta’s family secret that was kept for nearly 100 years. It is the story that movies are made from. A love story like no other and a long drawn out feud with NYU over the largest, most valuable private collection of art the world has ever known. It turns out my hunch was correct. I had heard the story before this past summer, from an encounter with Dialta’s brother, whom we met at the Taormina Film Festival in June.
So this beautiful, memorable and very synchronistic evening has led to some new and interesting encounters with some very talented people. I highly recommend you read, “My Mother, My Father and His Wife Hortense” to see for yourself exactly what I’m speaking of.