louis jourdan

Back in what is now called the Golden Era of American movies, I grew up in Hollywood. More specifically, Beverly Hills. My father, S. Sylvan Simon, was a director/producer at M.G.M. and Columbia Pictures; he died when I was 12. My mother, Harriet, then married Armand Deutsch, was a producer at M.G.M. So access to ‘movie stars’ was easily available during my childhood. Yet when I fell madly, passionately in love with an outrageously handsome Frenchman named Louis Jourdan, it was only his suave, self-assured screen image that enticed me.