"Jackie laughed at the way people expected her to be dressed up like a cover for Vogue every minute of the day. She’d walk in a room with that wild dark mane of hers, toss off her shoes, and sit cross-legged on the floor. And everyone standing there would look at each other thinking ‘now what do we do?’" (Tish Baldrige). Jackie always said: "I love it when they get that panicky look in their eyes. Sometimes I feel like telling them, ‘no, I don’t wear a pill box hat to bed—but I do wear one when I bathe!’"
And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult – we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning.
He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in every woman’s head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I understood him and I loved him.
"It was in those brief, heady years — or perhaps it was really just one year, during the campaign and election of 1960 — when John F. Kennedy and his young, beautiful wife were fast becoming national and then international celebrities that the legend of Jackie was born." - Life Magazine