"Dorothy Dandridge, circa 1962, seems to be a woman who knows, not only where she has been, but precisely where she is going... Gone are most of the traits of nervousness and uncertainty that many observed in earlier years..."
Within a year of this lavishly illustrated, fawningly-written article, Dorothy Dandridge would be bankrupt, her beautiful home foreclosed upon, and her brain-damaged daughter placed in state care. In less than four years, increasingly despondent and addicted to both pills and alcohol, Dorothy Dandridge would be dead from an overdose of antidepressants. She was 42 years old.
