Robert Kelly Smithey in Munich Germany ..

Axel Springer was to Germany and Europe what the Hearst family is to America. He was a  German publisher and had a very significant share of the market. In 1973 he came to Marbella, on a vacation with his 4th wife and a very promiscuous daughter..  She was voted one of the 100 hottest women in Germany by the Bild Magazine that Axel owned,  although the Der Spiegel magazine is supposed to be liberal. His Bild newpaper and magazine is very biased and some one bombed his Paris office .. a left-wing group.   I asked them to dinner and they say yes, I call my maid and cook and tell them to go to the market and clean the apartment, I'm going to have a dinner party. At the dinner party I show them all of my Berrocal art work, my Picasso plates - my Dali bronze horse with the clock melting on its back, on , two feet of granite , and lots more Magritte art work etc.. - I invite over as well Countess  von Bismarck who was part of the Prince Otto Von Bismarck's of Germany family..   I invited my friend Princess Maria Louise of Prussia who was tall and elegant and the cousin of Queen Sofia of Spain and the great-granddaughter of Kaiser Wilhelm! And, after all the Springers were commoners,  "THE PRESS AROUND EVERY CORNER" .. They   wanted me to come to Germany and give a fashion show at the famous Hotel Bayerisher Hof, in Munich, and he had paid me in German Marks, this is way before the Euro, and you wanted foreign money to take out of Spain when you traveled. So, also I have a 50K deal a year with Avon.  I don't have to be back in New York for a couple more months... So, I had money to go and Oktoberfest sounded like fun..   Axel gave  me a party at the Munich Olympic Stadium, in the bicycle ring ...  Axel, divorced his fourth wife and married  the nanny she was heiress to his huge money when he died in 1985 ..........Collage pictures in Germany Paparazzi ---------

Margaux Hemingway & Robert Kelly Smithey ...

So, It was in 1976 and I was at a lunch party at the home of Grace and Harold Robbins at there beautiful mediterranean style house high up in the hills of Beverly on the famous Tower Grove Drive .. He was renting but could of bought it out right with cash if he had wanted to. My friends Linda Christian and Taryn Power her daughter were there but I had my own car, was driving a white 1960 Jaguar Mark IX the saloon model. In walks tall supermodel Margaux Hemingway with her publicist. Grace puts me next to her at the lunch table and we hit it off. We talked and drank wine and went for a walk in there garden spent hours together until we were the last two people there. Grace had to go to Rodeo Drive for something and Harold said come into my study. The famous California sunset you could see and feel was just about to start. We sit down on a leather sofa with a glass top coffee table in front of it. Harold pulls out what looked like a golf ball - It was Peruvian flake cocaine - He takes out a pen knife and starts to shave off what looked like powdered sugar and it falls on this class table. If you have never experienced real 100% cocaine you do not know what you are missing!! This stuff shined it looked like fish scales and breaks off in flakes. He made three inch and a half long lines and then split them one line per nostril and you don't put your finger over the other one I learned. It was more like an opiate, I felted relaxed in a funny way it lasted about an hour or so and there was no comedown it just started fading. What an experience, EUPHORIA, unreal, and to be with beautiful Margaux that was the kicker - and the sunset WOW ...... anyway - she had to catch a plane to New York later that night the red/eye you call it.. I drove her to LAX and put her on the plane. We exchanged phone numbers and she said she wanted to go to Marbella and stay at the Incosol Medical Health Spa Hotel, to lose weight, models had to stay thin, you know !! I had a boutique there in the Hotel that lost me a lot of money, until, I closed it down. I said, I will arrange a room for you. I wanted to dress her!! She said, great, .. she was 6 ft. tall perfect for me, my barbie doll fantasy. This was just after she did the movie "Lipstick". Around, the time she had the million dollar Faberge contract. So, I left, myself, for New York, the next week and sublet my old apartment on East 72nd St. between Park and Lexington Ave.. for six months. The discotheque "Studio 54" opened up in 1977, and we both were there a lot, me, only in the beginning days of it, because I was living mostly in Europe.. So, I go back to Marbella and she calls me to say, she wants, and needs to stay at Incosol to dry out really from all the partying , and, I make the arrangements and she comes over and stays there and she is supposed to come into the Puerto Banus boutique for a dress fitting where I get to take there measurements and bra size, my favorite part of the process of making a dress, if they are hot and tall etc.. and the day she said she would be there, I have Champagne ready etc.. I think, I might get lucky with her !! She stood me up! I realized later that she had mental disorders .. she died in 1996 at age 42.. another drug overdose...

Jackie Lane was a princess ..

 Jackie Lane the actress was married to Prince Alfonso Hohenlohe from 1971 until 1984 and I liked Alfonso we drank together off season in the Puerto Banus..   He told me  he was building a development in Vero Beach,  Florida where you could fly your plane into your own garage/hanger from an air strip. I think John Travolta bought a house there..  He was so cheap with her, didn't buy her an important piece of jewelry and she only recieved one million in the divorce.  She was a model and British film star. Did "Tickle Me" with Elvis Presley in 1965 and she played a biker chick in "Hell's Belles" 1969 etc.. She owned a nice house in Marbella that she rented out.. I was 26 she was 35.   Not sure if she was born rich. Jackie to me was our Marbella, Spain's Costa del Sol answer to the St. Topez and Cote d' Azur and Brigitte Bardot of France.. I think Jackie was every bit as sexy as Brigitte ...

Diane and Egon von Furstenberg ...

I first met Egon in Marbella, and, also went to a party at his apartment in New York with Barbara Girard, his ex wife Diane, I met at a fashion industry event in New York. I was with Ben Shaw "The King of Seventh Avenue", and Barbara Girard. Ben Shaw had two fashion designers there getting an award, he owned the building at 550 Seventh Ave. So, Diane was with Murjani and had sold 60 million dollars worth of those wrap around dresses, that everybody had in Europe, she was not the first. Egon was responsible for her getting into the fashion business, but she did much better than he did. I had that same dress and so did Ungaro. Anyway, Ben Shaw had Alpert Capraro and we were supposed to sit at his table. Ben Shaw wanted to play a joke on Diane so he had Barbara Girard and myself sit down at her table , in her seat.
She comes in late and they have to get her another chair and squeeze her in -- until they find where Barbara and I are supposed to sit. Diane von Furstenberg was not happy. So, back to Egon - he had an affair with Paul Jabara in Hollywood is what I heard. the music disco guy. So, one night in Marbella in 1976, Egon would not let me leave "Bar Menchus" until we remembered the name of the boat captain in the movie "Jaws" - Robert Shaw. Egon was a rich Prince I think it was FIAT money .....

Jennifer Jones and the Pierre and Madison Hotels ..

So, in 1980 I left Los Angeles and flew to New York with Jennifer Jones Simon and her husband Norton and Elle Elliott -- We stayed a couple of weeks and then Jennifer and myself and Elle left for Washington D.C. with-out Norton and stayed at the Madison Hotel where we shared a suite together .. she was 58 and I was 27. I loved her raven hair and had given her a rare black tiger's eye necklace for her birthday a choker type thing.. I found in a Malibu jewelry store. She had to be at a function for the Huntington's Disease Council, I think she was the commissioner or something .. It was in October and we had a limo and drove around went to the White House etc.. As we sat in the back of the limo and talked she told me about her days with Selznick and how he was not her Svengali. She was like Audrey Hepburn she let men think they were in charge, but both of them had equal rights with men, I think. She won the Oscar at 24 and left it in a taxi.. lost it! What a Glamour Queen. Her daughter with David O. Selznick jumped out of George Masters penthouse apartment on Wilshire Blvd. on MOTHERS DAY! Or pushed not sure ! She had been to India where she went up a mountain to meet a Guru in a cave and took up five suitcases on horse back. Anyway, she said " all the great talent wanted to work for David", and, "I only had three hundred thousand dollars left when I met Norton in 1971 from the marriage to David"..

Margrit de Mora y Aragon's & Robert Kelly Smithey .. 1985

So, Margrit was a Swedish model and married to Don Jaime de Mora y Aragon the brother of the Queen of Belgium and a real playboy. It was his birthday and they were having a huge party for him. He was an actor and on Spanish TV. It was the "Hola type" star studded group from Madrid for one thing. A divine night great fun. As so many knew each other, having been together at the Marbella Club Hotel bar, and Bar Menchu's etc. all week. Margrit was gorgeous, a gentle lovely being, She was in great form as she greeted every guest. She seated me in the reserved area on the lovely terrace by the sea with Fanny Fixon, and Zohra Zondler a soon to be rich divorcee. Sophie of Habsburg with Phillipe Junot, Princess Beatrice von Auersberg. Inside the decorated disco were white balloons and another few hundred celebs, including my friend Baroness Luba de Portanove from Houston with her new novio, Alberto, a huge tiered cake was wheeled in and reminiscent of Hollywood, in the thirties - out flew a pair of frightened doves. Margrit reasoned to me that this was enough for anyone's blood pressure! A great party !

I was talking to Paul Anka who was getting the VIP treatment ... There is no kicker ..

Jean Harlow baby gangster the Kansas City gun moll !!

Johnny Lazia was sitting with his back to the wall at the Fred Harvey restaurant in Union Station in downtown Kansas City. A young twenty two year old women is with him having breakfast. In walks Verne Miller and slowly makes his way to there table, giving Johnny time to send the platinum blonde, floozy, to buy a newspaper and call her agent. Miller sits down, and says to Johnny , is that Jean Harlow? Yes, it is, that's "Our Baby". She is on her way to Hollywood to audition for a movie called King Kong - about a monkey. Miller then says that F.B.I. agents will be bringing Frank Nash to transfer him from train to automobile at seven fifteen in the morning, in route to the Leavenworth penitentiary. Johnny gives Verne permission to pull of the caper and the union station massacre is less than a day away. Johnny knows two hit-men that owe him a favor. Pretty boy Floyd and Adam Richetti. He thinks the agents will be unarmed, there will be no problem. Mob Rule depended on him keeping guys like Miller in check. Entangling himself is dangerous for the mafia boss, but, Miller had juice in Chicago and they would be in his debt. As the brassy, exotic, actress returns. Johnny Lazia says, here is "OUR BABY". She is wearing a low cut dress and a jeweled bracelet. Hello my name is Jean, a friend of Longy Abner Zwillman, from New Jersy. Miller says is that your red Cadillac parked outside? Yes ,you like it, a gift from Abner. I just arrived back in town from New Jersy, I'm going to take the train the rest of the way to California. What - she did not know - was - she, would have to gun down a man to get to her audition !! Union Station was already bustling early Saturday morning on June 16, 1933. The criminals had no trouble blending into the crowd. The party of eight marched briskly up the stairs and outside to the parking lot. The outlaws waited in ambush. They were very surprised that the agents had shotguns and pistols. The big red Cadillac pulls up just as someone opens fire with a machine gun and chaos breaks out. Two men drop dead in front of her. She picks up there gun and shoots the manacled Frank Nash in the head when he tried to stop her, and steal, the car. In ninety seconds it was all over. She was stepping over bodies to make the train. This is the true story of what really happened that day, the Kansas City Star, KC Mob - Cops , MGM Studios - covered it up!!