I was a 'runaway girl' from France who married an American and moved to New York City. I'm not sure I would have continued as an artist had I remained in Paris because of the family setup.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I left my parents' home when I was 22, I moved to New York with my ex-girlfriend. We did a film together with Raul Julia.
Despite my express wish, I was not left in Chicago, but taken to Paris to live, and I did not see my father for many years. But we never stopped loving each other, and in 1940 he died in my arms in Hollywood, where he had come to be near me at the end.
I left home when I turned 17 and ran away to New York. I did a lot of moving. I was based in New York and country-hopping, so I was always 'the new girl'.
I was born in Paris and raised in the suburbs and then lived in the countryside.
I came to New York to be a fine artist - that was my ambition.
Six months later I was in Paris. I was 16, and it all started to happen.
I seemed to belong to three countries: I had an apartment in Paris, a house in Hollywood, and when I married British theater director Peter Hall, I moved to London.
I stayed three weeks in Paris, fell in love with the city, and decided that I was born to live in Paris.
The next thing that happened to me was that I, we, were living in Paris where I then grew up.
The whole time I was modeling, I had a place in Paris, and a place in New York, and I was really single.