Cleo Moore

Tell me the truth – do you think I’ve lost my Southern accent? I feel it comes back to me only when I’m shouting at fights or at baseball games.

Believe it or not, I was all fully rounded by the time I was nine years old.

You know, just because you’re a blonde type doesn’t mean you can’t suddenly do serious parts.

They want a lip print for their autograph books. I’m a sport; I go along.

I like to paint nudes mostly.

They seem to be charmed by my Southern accent.

It was strange what happened to me; I mean popping out like that before I was even ten.

None of the European girls, including Anita Ekberg, has anything not found on American girls as well.

I like to take afternoon naps in the nude.

One newspaper even published one of my nude paintings – the one of me naked from the waste up.

Painting self-portraits without clothes on has also given me some publicity.

I’m not a very good painter, but I’m learning a lot.

We made one film called Thy Neighbor’s Wife in which I got flogged at the public whipping post for adultery. I did my best acting in that film, I guess.

Anything I learned about the fine art of acting I learned from Hugo.

And I usually use myself as a model, posing in front of a mirror as I dab the strokes on the canvas.