Сильвия Кристель / Sylvia Kristel в автобиографии Nue / Undressing Emmanuelle (2006, 2007 tr) рассказывает безумную историю, когда она, живя одна в квартире элитного дома в Лос-Анджелесе и пытаясь воздерживаться от алкоголя (по причине интоксикации печени) жестко насела на кокаин и любила заниматься живописью в балетной пачке (tutu)(потому что об нее удобнее вытирать руки)...
Как то раз, в процессе перегруза творчеством и кокаином произошел глюк, что по квартире её преследует Клинт Иствуд в ковбойском одеянии с целью похищения... Сильвия запаниковала, спряталась в дальней комнате и долгое время отсиживалась. Затем выглянув, но ни кого не увидев, она помчалась (в балетной пачке) на улицу к ближайшим случайным соседям и рассказала что произошло. Вызвали полицию, а когда они вместе с ней зашли в квартиру, на столике в спальне лежала солидная горка свеже-приобретенного кокаина... Полиция уже закаленная пониманием кокаинового безумия 80-х просто сказала ей высыпать все в туалет и завязывать. Сильвия попыталась упросить их не делать этого и предложила даже поделиться, но когда они ей без шуток намекнули что тогда увезут в участок, она все поняла.
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I’m drinking moderately, but I can’t seem to stop the coke. I’m taking more than ever. Everyone takes it, including my doctor and lawyer. It was everywhere in those days.
I paint in a tutu. It is an eccentric, practical idea - I am always looking around for a cloth to wipe my hands, and can’t stand those multicoloured drying-up cloths that make me feel as if I’m cooking, so I buy some flounced tulle tutus. It’s entertaining to wipe myself down on them, and when there’s no white left I just put on a new one.
This is a very creative time in my life. I splash great globs of colour onto the canvas and refine them with a brush, working away at the details, the shape of the eyes. I take my white pick-me-up, and paint night and day. One night I take too much and start hallucinating, my brain completely out of control.
Clint Eastwood has walked into my apartment dressed as a cowboy. He wants to kidnap me and seems determined. I hide in my room. I wait, I can hear his steps and all kinds of weird noises, I’m very afraid, and then it’s silent again. Clint seems to have left. I wait for a while longer, my jaw and fists clenched, grinding my teeth and occasionally poking out my dehydrated tongue in a drug-induced grimace. I talk out loud to soothe myself, then inch open the door. I search every nook and cranny, trembling, and then get the hell out of there. I tear down the stairs and into the street, in my tutu. I knock at the first door I come to, a pretty, innocent-seeming house. A sweet young Frenchman opens. I tell him the whole story, in detail. He reassures me, tells me that I’m safe now. I ask him to call the police so they can come back to the apartment with me. He offers me a coffee and asks if I’m a dancer. I say yes. Where? I’m not sure right now, but if he’s interested, I will remember tomorrow. He doesn’t ask me any more questions. The police arrive, two officers whom I thank effusively and repeatedly. We go to my place. They search the apartment and don’t find anything except ten grams of coke in full view on the bedside table; the dealer has just been round. They have my week’s allowance - worth a small fortune - and their tone has become threatening.
‘The choice is yours, Miss. Either flush this straight down the toilet or we’ll be taking you to the station!’
I try to negotiate.
‘You’re not serious! Have some mercy, I’ve just escaped a kidnapping, surely you’re not going to arrest me?!’
‘Miss, get a grip on yourself. You have one minute.’
‘Do you know how much that’s worth? You want to share, is that it? OK! We’ll go halves ...’
One of the two becomes impatient and gets out his handcuffs. The effect is immediate; I let myself be escorted to the bathroom. As they leave they tell me, sweetly, that I have to give up this poison immediately; it’s destroying half of Hollywood and can cause heart attacks.
I do stop using for a few days, but take it up again, unable to do without.
"АВТОБИОГРАФИЯ СИЛЬВИИ КРИСТЕЛЬ / SYLVIA KRISTEL (1952-2012)"
Sylvia Kristel - Nue (2006) + "Undressing Emmanuelle" (UK 2007 tr + 2007 paperback ed) + "Undressing Emmanuelle. A Life Stripped Bare" (2008 US ed)
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