Not withstanding the many admiring mem'ries of all her consummate design creations over seemingly countless flicks across an equal number of distinguished decades, we have a coupla of profoundly personal professional memories of her (one we've related afore and won't repeat again as the Blue pill of humility is countering the Red one of hubris .
What we can relate was our mellow smile spotting her on the Universal lot in the late 70s putting serenely around in her white little cart without a seeming care in the world.
[ O, and that wunnerful homage in "The Incredibles" was hilarious und pretty dang spiffy, too! ]
Someone should do a movie on the life of Edith Head. Don't know much about her personal life, but I think it would be fun to see her throughout her career and all the movies she worked on and all the movie stars she was around. A sort of behind the scenes look with all it's craziness and wickedness.
Yo, Zoob, Who Could Play Head? Not MURRAY, Dat's for Dang Sure! Department.
As for a fascinatin' flick, sooner or later it's bound to happen. Till then, there's the above tome and below is Susan Claassen's deadly accurate stage portrait of the designer's less overtly public darker professional side in "A Conversation with Edith Head" ...