Friday, March 30, 2018


                   Hope everyone has a most wonderful Easter!

Thursday, March 29, 2018


This super shot features Joan in the new season of 'The Royals' currently screening in the USA on E! Channel USA Sunday's at 10/9c


DAME JOAN COLLINS has long loathed slobbery celebrity greeting. Recently, she says, they gave her flu - and she'll NEVER air kiss again

HOW I admire the Japanese culture’s sensible approach to greeting people when they meet — a simple bow or nod of the head is enough, be it to friends, acquaintances or strangers. There’s no handshaking, hugging or, heaven forbid, kissing.
Unlike we British, they obviously know plenty about germs, especially as they are often swathed in gloves and surgical masks.
If only I could find them in silk and satin and swathed in Swarovski crystals! Because while I’ve long been concerned with germs, I’ve become even more wary following my recent experience with a terrible bout of influenza.
Where did I catch it from? It’s almost impossible to know, but I believe the deadliest germ carriers are other people’s hands and faces — which makes my life tricky, considering I work in a profession where hugs, kisses and physical contact are the norm.
My flu virus struck when I was on a plane to Dubai as I travelled to perform my one-woman show at the opera house in December. In spite of having had the flu jab, which protects one from the virus’s deathly A-strain, apparently one can still succumb to the less serious but still awful B-strain, which I unfortunately contracted.

Joan with Cilla Black & Cliff Richard
Regardless, the show had to go on, so I staggered on to the stage and managed to get through it, in spite of several coughing fits. Back in London I took to my bed like a Victorian lady with a case of the swoons — legs shaky as spaghetti, ribs aching from a hacking cough. Bed-bound for a fortnight, I almost felt that the end was near. (I’m an actress — you have to expect some drama.)
Ever since, I have upped my one-woman war against germs. A few weeks after my illness, on a flight from London to LA, I was adamant on blocking the airvent above me with duct tape and swabbing my seat and media screen vigorously with disinfectant wipes. I had armed myself with enough hand sanitiser, nose-blocking gel and baby wipes to stock a corner chemist.
I was protecting myself from the zillions of invisible germs that lurk inside aeroplanes, as they do on every surface from door handles to lift buttons and supermarket trolleys. Indeed, while I’ve long worn gloves as a fashionable accessory, now I wear them whenever possible to protect myself against virulent germs.
And, yes, I try to avoid shaking hands — instead offering my jaunty closed fist for a gentle bump, which is usually met by a puzzled expression unless the recipient is approaching puberty — much less this ghastly fad of kissing and hugging strangers.

Joan with brother Bill at launch party for 'The World According To Joan'
The bane of my life is the bear hug followed by a sloppy kiss on the cheek from total strangers. As I was born and brought up at a time where you didn’t kiss or hug anyone except your family, and it was the norm to seldom receive much affection from your parents past the age of ten, this is a fad I can’t adjust to.
My mother was a germophobe long before it was trendy to be one. As her first-born, she wrapped me in cotton wool. When we went out in the pram, and because strangers would often coo over me and get far too close for her comfort, she felt compelled to have a sign printed, which she put on the blanket covering her little darling, stating: ‘Please do not kiss me.’
Unfortunately, I no longer have that sign, as it would be still useful. Yes, other actors and actresses seemingly relish sharing their intimate space with others, but call me cold and aloof — and I try not to be — I don’t willingly participate.
So these #metoo movements and mysterious unwritten laws that make it verboten to get too close to your colleagues suit me just fine, even though I generally am against the nanny-state these movements engender.
After the curtain comes down actors are no longer supposed to fraternise with each other and much less with the management and production staff. However, if those were the rules in 2000, I would never have been able to date my husband, Percy, when we met in San Francisco and toured the U.S. He was managing the company and I was playing opposite George Hamilton.
Luckily, George is not one of those actors who spray you with saliva when you have a scene in close proximity. Ever the gent, we worked together several times on TV and he has never parted his lips during a kissing scene.

Joan with Christopher Biggins at launch of 'The World According To Joan'
Sadly, that doesn’t apply to a few other actors, who must have exposed me to more germs than I care to think about. As soon as the director yells ‘action’ during a love scene, these actors become full on with the hands, the mouth and the dreaded tongue.
Not to speak ill of the dead (but I will), I played opposite George Peppard in a little epic called The Executioner, shot in Greece. Unfortunately, he was an eager beaver in the amorous department. Wearing nothing but knickers and a sheet during our first love scene, I was at somewhat of a disadvantage as all 6ft 2in of him was splayed on top of me.
The wardrobe lady swiftly pulled the sheet away at the last minute and he came in for the kill. I tried a closed mouth screen-kiss, but he attempted the full-on Frenchie, and as I politely extricated his tongue from my throat for the fourth time, I became angry.
 I protested to our director, Sam Wanamaker, while GP looked on in amusement as the make-up department tried to reconstruct both our lipstick-covered faces.
‘Just do it a little less forcefully, George,’ said Sam persuasively.
‘OK,’ he growled, ever the great star, and off we went again:
Sheet off; Peppard on; tongue in — ugh! Sam was finally satisfied and cried cut. ‘Did you enjoy that?’ smirked George.

Joan with Nikki Haskell after her show 'One Night With Joan' at Feinsteins

 ‘No, I hated it and you didn’t have to be quite so “method”,’ I retorted as I struggled back into my robe, trying not to be the day’s cabaret act for the crew.
‘You’re a prude,’ he sneered. ‘Most actresses love it.’
‘Well, I’m not one of ’em,’ I said and stalked off speechless with fury. George became petulant and refused to talk to me, so we communicated only through our make-up people and during our scenes.
Another actor to perform inappropriate kissing on me was Gene Barry (otherwise known as Bat Masterson in the eponymous U.S. TV series). The details are hazy, but I was a wife pining for my estranged husband who appears to be a double agent, and Gene was the spy master trying to catch him out.
In the movie, Gene escorted me to my front door after a platonic dinner date.
He then tried what was supposed to be an avuncular goodbye peck on the cheek but out came that tongue again. ‘No, no, you can’t do it like that,’ I said struggling away. ‘I’m supposed to be grieving.’
‘For Chrissakes, what are you? Frigid?’ he demanded.
‘Yes, I’ve had two kids and two husbands, and I’m frigid,’ I replied, but Gene didn’t get the sarcasm. ‘I’m Gene Barry. I’m the hero of this picture. This woman’s gotta enjoy it. My fans will be disappointed!’
‘Well, my fans will hate it. Why don’t you go kiss them instead?’

Joan with Gene Barry in 'Subterfuge'
We WERE frosty from then on, until he made a guest appearance in These Old Broads, which I starred in with Shirley MacLaine, Debbie Reynolds and Elizabeth Taylor, decades later. He recalled, not our fall-out on the set, but my subsequent appearance in Playboy Magazine!
Thankfully, neither of these saliva-filled interactions gave me a cold or flu. I wasn’t so lucky when I experienced another distasteful kiss on legendary producer Sam Spiegel’s super-yacht, moored in a gorgeous bay outside Cannes.
I was with Roger Moore and David Niven and their respective wives, looking forward to a birthday celebration for some other Hollywood big-wig. Twenty of us were seated on deck on a long table. Roger toasted the birthday boy, then added: ‘And it’s Joanie’s birthday today too!’
‘Congratulations, honey,’ beamed Spiegel, ‘And have I got a present for you, little lady.’ He lumbered up to me and plonked a tonsil-probing smacker, complete with snake-like tongue, on my lips. Roger thought it was hilarious.
I sat there gobsmacked with a sickly smile on my face as the table whooped with glee and I surreptitiously wiped my mouth on my napkin.
The following day I came down with a virulent strain of flu and had to spend days in bed.
So, dear reader, if I don’t accept your kisses, hugs and handshakes, it doesn’t mean I don’t like you. It just means I don’t want to catch your germs.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018


To promote 'Rally Round The Flag Boys' in 1958, Esquire magazine ran a photo spread featuring Joan depicting the four dream roles she would love to play.. This fun shot depicts Joan as Polly Brown the main character in 'The Boyfriend'.. Will feature the others in future posts! 

Tuesday, March 20, 2018


Joan on the dais with Percy & Alana Stewart

PPB President Alan Perris presented the Art Gilmore Career Achievement Award to Joan Collins at PPB's
March 16 celebrity luncheon.
Joan is internationally renowned for her role of Alexis Carrington Colby in Dynasty, one of the most highly rated evening and long running TV dramas of all time.
Winner of two Golden Globes and two People's Choice Awards, nominated for an Emmy award among several others, Joan has starred in more than 60 feature films and hundreds of television programs.
Some of her more memorable films are The Girl In The Red Velvet Swing; Rally Round The Flag Boys; The Virgin Queen; The Bravados; The Opposite Sex; Land Of The Pharaohs; Road To Hong Kong; The Big Sleep; Steven Berkoff's Decadence;and Kenneth Branagh's In The Bleak Midwinter. She continues to work on at least one major project a year and her most recent movie, The Time Of Their Lives, co-starring Pauline Collins, was released in March and is now available on DVD. She is currently in production on a new movie Gerry
Joan has worked with great movie legends and has guest starred in some of the most popular TV series, such as Star Trek, Starsky & Hutch, Mission Impossible, Love Boat, The Persuaders, Space 1999, Batman, The Man From U.N.C.L.E., Policewoman, Baretta, The Nanny, Will & Grace, Roseanne; Footballers Wives; Hotel Babylon and most recently Rules Of Engagement and Happily Divorced.
Joan Collins is also a best selling author and has published sixteen books, as well as an accomplished stage actress, having starred in over 11 plays and musicals on Broadway and London's West End.
In 2015, Queen Elizabeth II elevated Joan Collins to Dame Commander of the British Empire (D.B.E.) for her lifetime contribution to charity work, after having presented her with The Most Excellent Order of The British Empire (O.B.E.) for her services to the arts in 1997. She is married to Percy Gibson, who was on the dais honoring Joan at the PPB luncheon along with Alana Stewart, George Schlatter, Carole Bayer Sayer & Diahann Carroll..
Joan centre stage with Alana Stewart, Carole Bayer Sager, George Schlatter, Diahann Carroll, Chuck Street, Jeffrey Lane & Percy Gibson.
Joan with Brian Panella, Diahann Carroll, Carole Bayer Sayer, Alana Stewart & Jeffrey Lane

Sunday, March 11, 2018


Dame Shirley celebrates Brucie..
Tune into BBC1 on Sunday March 11th to celebrate the life and career of a true showbiz legend, Sir Bruce Forsyth.. Held at The London Palladium along with a performance by Shirley Bassey, there will also be a filmed tribute from Joan, who knew Bruce for many years, he also appeared in the 1969 film 'Can Heironymus Merkin......' in which Joan starred alongside her then husband Anthony Newley.. You can see 'Sir Bruce. A Celebration' at 9pm on BBC1... 

Joan paid tribute to Bruce ...

''He was such a hard worker in terms of making everything look effortless, which of course it wasn't. He made it look easy!'

Filmed at the London Palladium, this very special tribute hosted by Tess Daly sees a variety of famous faces and friends honour one of this country’s biggest and best-loved entertainers and broadcasters, Sir Bruce Forsyth.
The evening features some of Sir Bruce’s favourite songs performed by a wealth of artists, including Dame Shirley Bassey, Alexandra Burke and Michael Ball and Alfie Boe, as well as dance performances from the Strictly professionals and Adam Garcia.

There are also many personal tributes from stars including Sir Elton John, Sir Lenny Henry, Sir Michael Parkinson, Dame Joan Collins, Ant and Dec, Alesha Dixon, Anton Du Beke, Claudia Winkleman, Paul Merton, Jon Culshaw, Lord Sugar, Bradley Walsh, Rosemarie Ford, Arlene Phillips, Len Goodman and many more.

Saturday, March 10, 2018


My 60 outrageous years at the Oscars: Dame Joan Collins on being rushed to hospital to be cut out of a skintight dress and offending every leading actress in the room

Can it really be 60 years ago that I first tottered down the Oscars red carpet in vertiginous pink satin heels and a pink balloon-skirted gown that I had designed myself?
I was an excited young starlet when I set foot inside the Pantages Theatre, Hollywood, to attend what was then the 30th Academy Awards and I shall never forget it.
I was majorly excited because one of the nominees for the Best Actress award was my very close friend Joanne Woodward.
She was accompanied by her handsome movie star husband Paul Newman and I was with my friend, the producer John Foreman, and my boyfriend Arthur Loew Jr.
Joanne was up for her staggering performance in The Three Faces Of Eve, but facing tough competition from Deborah Kerr, Anna Magnani, Elizabeth Taylor and Lana Turner.
Despite it being the biggest night in Hollywood, Joanne had styled her own hair. As had I.
We had also applied our own make-up and wore our own jewellery. Those were the days!
But Joanne had one up on me and all the other guests that evening. She had designed, cut and sewn her own dress.
'Shocking,' shrieked the tough, outspoken grand dame Joan Crawford. 'By making her own clothes, Joanne Woodward has set Hollywood glamour back 20 years.'
Well, Joan, you should see what some starlets are wearing today.
Cut to the crotch, boobs barely contained, legs akimbo — many frocks today seem attached to their wearer by tooth floss. I'm sure she'd turn in her grave.
Joanne was mighty proud of her intricate green velvet dress with matching coat and it looked brilliant when, to our whoops and cheers, she stepped on to the stage to receive the winning statuette.
'I'm keeping the dress,' she said when a museum in her home town asked for it to be displayed.
'I'm almost as proud of it as I am of my Oscar.'

'At the after-party in 1959, I chatted with the witty and urbane David Niven who had won Best Actor for Separate Tables' (above together)
How times have changed. And not just in terms of the frocks.
No stranger to the 'wolves' of Hollywood myself, I am glad that actresses of today are no longer frightened to speak up about the sexual harassment that, in my day, was par for the course.
I've lost count of the times I was called frigid, a shameless flirt and a cold, heartless b**** for rejecting unwelcome advances.
But there is a danger, too, of Hollywood losing its sense of humour in its quest to right untold wrongs.
There was no chance of that back in 1958 when the brilliant Bob Hope was the Master of Ceremonies, trading quips and insults with the likes of John Wayne, Burt Lancaster and Kirk Douglas.
These were some of the most talented, charismatic actors of what is now called the 'golden age' of cinema.
Having been an avid movie-goer since I was eight, I was utterly star-struck to see Burt and Kirk perform a hilarious song-and-dance routine called It's Great Not To Be Nominated, which poked fun at some of the male nominees, including Marlon Brando, Alec Guinness and Charles Laughton.
The number ended with a spectacular stunt in which Kirk stood on Burt's shoulders, who held him aloft as they danced jauntily off the stage.
It was such a success that, to my surprise, I was asked to perform a version the following year with two other British actresses — Angela Lansbury and Dana Wynter.

'When, in 1984, I presented the technical awards with Arnold Schwarzenegger, there was a designer on board who insisted I wear a strange melange of styles 'to go with the theme of the night'. This confection consisted of a long black skirt and a bright red sequin beaded top'
'When, in 1984, I presented the technical awards with Arnold Schwarzenegger, there was a designer on board who insisted I wear a strange melange of styles 'to go with the theme of the night'. This confection consisted of a long black skirt and a bright red sequin beaded top'

Legendary lyricist Sammy Cahn wrote the lyrics to It's Bully Not To Be Nominated, which we performed in exaggerated English accents.
Angela and Dana wore slinky satin sheaths while I opted for a tight gold lamé number which, again, I had designed myself since I considered the old-school Hollywood designers outfits too fussy and complicated.
Besides, I didn't have a dresser to truss me up in the corsets and buttons and bows with which they festooned their evening dresses.
Joan with Angela Lansbury & Dana Wynter
As it turned out, I had to console myself that at least my dress looked good, because the reaction to our skit fell way short of the applause that had greeted Burt and Kirk.
We, nevertheless, trundled on, only discovering later — to our horror — that all the nominated actresses had been insulted by our japes and had taken the jokey lyrics personally.
Granted, the words were pretty unfunny, although we did raise a grin from Shirley when we hissed: 'Shirley MacLaine's a talent that's rare, if you like juvenile delinquent hair.'
Legendary comedy actress Rosalind Russell glowered as we made reference to her age — ageist jokes don't go down well in Hollywood — so I was surprised to see this year's host Jimmy Kimmel crack a feeble joke about Christopher Plummer, still magnificent at 88.
It was a shame Rosalind took it personally as she and I got along quite well the year before, exchanging quips when I presented Best Cinematography to Jack Hildyard.
She asked me to explain what a cinematographer does, and I said: 'He's the one who shows up first on set before anyone is there, fixes the lens, adjusts the lights, peers through the viewfinder at you and then stands up and asks: 'So, what were you up to last night?'
At the after-party in 1959, I chatted with the witty and urbane David Niven who had won Best Actor for Separate Tables.
That was also the year the show ended up being too short for the allotted television broadcast.

Joan with her husband Percy Gibson arriving at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party in LA this year
Joan with her husband Percy Gibson arriving at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party in LA this year

The producer, Jerry Wald, started cutting numbers from the show to make sure it ran on time, but ended up cutting too much material, so the ceremony finished 20 minutes early, leaving bemused host Jerry Lewis to attempt to fill in the time.
Jerry asked the presenters, winners and nominees to come up on stage while he took the conductor's baton and played a lovely waltz as he told us to, 'Keep dancing, kids, keep dancing!'.
For ten excruciating minutes, a host of stars such as Dean Martin (Jerry joked of his former comedy partner, from whom he'd split acrimoniously: 'You never thought Dean and I would be on stage together again'), Natalie Wood, Robert Wagner, Maurice Chevalier and little me had to awkwardly take each other's hands and prance around while Jerry frantically encouraged us.
Eventually, NBC cut to a re-run of a sports show.
It never happened again.
In 1974, I had another encounter with Niven when my then husband, producer Ron Kass, was nominated for best documentary for Naked Yoga.
True to the title, a streaker shot past security and paraded naked on stage in front of Niven, who had the wit and presence of mind to joke: 'Isn't it fascinating to think that probably the only laugh that man will ever get in life is by stripping off and showing his shortcomings?'
The audience burst into hysterical laughter.
As the Eighties dawned, stylists came into vogue.
When, in 1984, I presented the technical awards with Arnold Schwarzenegger, there was a designer on board who insisted I wear a strange melange of styles 'to go with the theme of the night'.
This confection consisted of a long black skirt and a bright red sequin beaded top.
It was backless and almost frontless, which I wasn't happy about as I thought it was too revealing. I laid out in the sun and got a deep tan to cover my embarrassment.

'This year I was bewitched into a structured beaded gown by Mark Zunino, with a long train which was constantly stepped on, almost tripping me up'
'This year I was bewitched into a structured beaded gown by Mark Zunino, with a long train which was constantly stepped on, almost tripping me up'

Arnold, however, seemed quite taken with the outfit and put his arms around me several times in what today would most certainly be deemed 'inappropriate touching'.
Never one to play the victim, I touched him back, squeezing his massive bicep —which was as hard as steel.
I wasn't the only one to be surprised when he went on to become governor of California and have a child with his maid.
As the Eighties powered on, it was considered rather tacky to not wear anything but designer duds, and as I was then working on Dynasty I was lucky enough to be able to borrow several outfits I'd worn on the show.
It was also around this time that the legendary super-agent Irving 'Swifty' Lazar started hosting his fabulous Oscar night viewing parties at the trendy Spago restaurant.
By this time, most stars who weren't nominated or presenting preferred to go to Swifty's party, rather than face the hassle of red carpet madness at the actual ceremony.
Lazar's parties were a much coveted ticket, as he was meticulous about whom he invited. Competition to be asked was fierce and he had to fend off hundreds of wannabe invitees.
I was honoured to always be on the guest list, as was my late sister Jackie, along with major luminaries and legends such as Billy Wilder, Robert Mitchum and Cary Grant.
It was a veritable Who's Who of Hollywood.
In 1992, I went to my table at Spago escorted by Swifty's right-hand man, Alan Nevins, and saw that he was seated next someone called 'Ms Ciccone'.
'Who's that?' I enquired.
'Me,' said a little voice in reply and I turned to see Madonna wearing a black beret, a string of pearls and a simple blue top.
I wore a long, black lace dress which I had bought myself, unlike most of the actresses on the red carpet who were loaned their designer dresses and bling.
Today, the top actresses actually get paid to wear a particular designer's dress and jewellery, sometimes as much as $200,000 (£144,000).
In the days before freebies and Instagram, if you can imagine such Medieval times, privacy was also highly prized.
Swifty did his utmost to keep his parties truly private and became enraged if people took pictures inside.
Each year, his table arrangements were more and more spectacular and he forbade any of his guests to stand up and mingle during the television broadcast.
One year he banned Raquel Welch because she was socialising too much!
Swifty died in 1993 and his legendary parties were taken over by Graydon Carter, editor of Vanity Fair magazine.
Graydon continued the tradition of inviting the great and the good to marvellous seated dinners to watch the TV broadcast. The event continues to be a required stop after the awards along with Elton John's AIDS Foundation party.
The now famous Vanity Fair party started at Morton's restaurant, then Cecconi's (which was great because Elton's was over the street and people could walk back and forth between the two).
It then moved to the Sunset Tower Hotel, finally becoming so big they had to erect a tent across a main thoroughfare to connect it to the vast Annenberg Center.
Jackie and I went to both parties every year, and we always had the most brilliant time.
We were quite the Oscar regulars!
Which made my Oscars fashion disaster in 2011 all the more embarrassing.
I'd squeezed myself into a mauve and violet Georges Hobeika gown, gifted to me by Georges himself for a photoshoot.

Monday, March 5, 2018


Following an appearance at Elton John's Oscar Viewing Party, Joan dazzled the carpet at The Annenberg Centre for the Annual Vanity Fair Party hosted by Radhika Jones....
Joan with Sarah Paulson & Holland Taylor..


Joan wows on the carpet at Elton John's Oscar Viewing Party sponsered by BVLGARI at The City Of West Hollywood Park in West Hollywood..
Joan with Elton John
Joan with Lionel Richie

Sunday, March 4, 2018


Piers with Joan & Nikki Haskell
Joan Collins and her husband Percy threw a splendid house-warming party at their beautiful new Beverly Hills apartment.
The room was packed with Hollywood figures, including… Michael Brandon.
‘Michael! I don’t suppose you were…’
‘YES!’ laughed the Dempsey And Makepeace legend. ‘I felt such an a** shouting your name like that, you must have thought I was some crazy man.’
‘Actually, it’s more disturbing than that,’ said Celia, ‘he thought you were a fan.’
Designer Tom Ford arrived. ‘I’m wearing one of your shirts,’ I told him.
‘That’s nice,’ he replied.
‘In fact, I have more than 100 of your shirts!’ I added, excitedly. (I wear them for all my TV work.)
‘That’s nice too,’ he replied, without a single tonal change to his unimpressed voice.
I guess if you’re a friend of, and dresser to, Sir Elton John, then you’re used to more Imelda Marcos-style levels of sartorial extravagance.
Stefanie Powers and I got into a lively guns debate.
‘I have a firearm,’ said the Hart To Hart beauty whose on-screen romance with Robert Wagner electrified the world in the Eighties. ‘You have to in this country because there are so many of them out there.’
‘Would you fire it?’ I asked.
‘Honey,’ she retorted, ‘if someone broke into my home, damn right I would. And I’d shoot to kill, not wound.’
I had an amusing chat with George Hamilton, the man with the world’s most famous orange face until Donald Trump became President.
‘What do you make of him?’ I asked.
‘Best reality TV show ever,’ he laughed. ‘He’s made politics entertaining and exciting. I tune into the news every night to see what’s happened next. Whether that’s a good thing is another matter.’
‘Do you know him?’
‘Yes. He once threatened to sue me over some trivial thing involving Miss Universe when I co-hosted it with his ex-wife Marla, so I called him up and we went at it for a bit, then he suddenly laughed and said, “OK, let’s forget it and have dinner.” Everything with Donald is negotiable.’
Stefanie walked past and blew him a lingering kiss. ‘It must be great being George Hamilton,’ I sighed.
‘Relax, Piers,’ he chuckled, ‘she thinks I’m Robert Wagner.’

Friday, March 2, 2018


Joan has appeared in many popular tv shows over the years including a guest appearance in this top 1966 show 'Run For Your Life' starring the late Ben Gazzara.Read more at the following link..

Thursday, March 1, 2018


Joan enjoyed an night out for dinner at Craig's West Hollywood last night looking fabulous in a trendy pair of red boots as she made her way in to meet up with friends..