"Can I describe Sharon? It is unimaginable that I'd be asked to do so.
Beautiful, of course, the kind that would glide into a room—not walk. Playful and funny, sweet and tender, gracious and warm-hearted. She had haute couture hippy meets Vogue and Harper's style, and the gorgeous body to wear Damascus brocades, Chinese silks, Indian saris, or nothing at all; a modern goddess. When we were in London she told me she was pregnant but that Roman didn't know yet, and with that sweet mischievous smile on her face said she wanted to smoke one last cigarette before telling him that night. She was a gracious hostess who included anyone she might find charming regardless of status; she was adoring and adored.
Back in Los Angeles she showed me swaths of wallpaper for the nursery—difficult to do, not knowing the sex of the baby. In that flowing paisley chiffon dress she floated blissful readiness. Her wide, bright eyes shining with happiness. That is what she is—always and forever—a euphoric, radiant soul. A mythical creature who comes to me in my dreams and in all our joyful, elated, and gleeful moments.
That's Sharon."—Michelle Phillips, from Debra Tate's "Sharon Tate Recollection" book.
Happy 76th Birthday, Michelle Phillips!