The Casa Del Mar Hotel in Santa Monica houses memories down to its grouting. Opened in the 1920s, it was a social hub for the flashbulb-dizzy elite of early Hollywood; during WWII, it served as a military retreat where U.S. Navy men could disport and recuperate amid the pools and sands. Later, the building headquartered the rehab clinic–turned–deranged cult Synanon, whose leader was eventually arrested for conspiring to put a four-and-a-half-foot rattlesnake in a lawyer’s mailbox.
This is the location Anjelica Huston has picked for our interview today. “I have a thing for places,” she says. “My memories are mostly tied to spaces and rooms.” Like these rooms, the 63-year-old actress has a lot of stories to tell.
Huston’s new memoir, Watch Me, will appear in stores this week. Written at the intersection of Memory Lane and Hollywood Boulevard, the book is stuffed with clear-eyed recollections of the film and fashion worlds from a born-and-bred member of Tinseltown aristocracy. READ FULL STORY