Why now, nearly 20 years later?
The truth has no expiration date.
Additionally, I spent too much time and effort on it to let it go to waste. I'd given up hope of finding a file box containing much of my research, including an entire hard drive and pounds of printouts from several projects. Fate intervened, and it was located in the garage of friends I'd temporarily used for storage during my move east. I'm rewriting chapters from the 250,000-word manuscript for my never-to-be-realized two-volume biography of Travilla and posting them online. "The Lost Collection" was an entire chapter that needed to be disseminated.
So, who exactly knew what when?
It was a scam from the start. Dimakis, Hansford, and Silva knew the dresses weren't as represented as they claimed when they began to formulate the Lost Collection exhibition in early 2007, even stealing its name directly from the 2004 Profiles in History auction. Travilla's unpublished 1990 manuscript, where the designer admits, "I used to have six of Marilyn's dresses but when I went into temporary retirement and left the scene, I cleared out my factory and threw her garments out.. They would be worth a fortune today but all I have now are copies."
Given his advancing dementia, I doubt Bill Sarris could have been the mastermind behind the scam, but he also knew the truth. Even the letters of support he "wrote" seem suspect from the man I got to know during my years with the Estate.
Years later, I gained a completely different perspective from those connected with the first exhibit. Nagging suspicions regarding accounting procedures and, with time to examine the costumes up close, the authenticity issue. Before it was all over, friendships would end over the controversy. One person there from the beginning replied to my query with "What I could tell, you couldn't print." While another summed it up as "a dark, nasty, messy business."
Totally unprepared for the scrutiny from the Marilyn Monroe Community or the hurricane that was Mark Bellinghaus, and gobsmacked by the venture's overwhelming success, they were forced into a corner to keep up the charade until it was eventually forgotten by most, but not all.
In hindsight, the casualness with which "authentic" gowns worth a collective mid-six figures were displayed and handled should've been a giant red flag to everyone, myself included. However, I missed them because I was so engrossed in other aspects of the Estate.
My last visit with Sarris was a couple of months before his passing on March 1, 2014. I remember sitting on the back patio of their apartment, talking about his childhood in Utah, the only memories he spoke of. The great mind that helped steer Travilla Inc. into the success it attained was no more. I returned a few months later to check on Giorgio and begin relocating from Florida to California. According to Dimakis, after Bill died, he heard nothing from Silva, Hansford, or anyone else involved in the tour and again brought up the subject of not seeing a "damn dime" from anyone. Going through Julien's rejected sketches, I took a stack back to Florida, selling some on eBay and profiting $ 4,000. The day after my move to Palm Springs in February 2015, I promptly handed the funds to Giorgio, which didn't have the desired effect, namely gratitude.
Being the last person standing after the auction, it was finally my time to suffer Giorgio's wrath.
I was soon accused of the same thing Greg, Andrew, and numerous others had previously done: cheating him out of money. Aside from the cash I'd just given him, considering my loyalty to him, Bill, and the Estate, and especially helping with the auction debacle, I was deeply insulted but unsurprised. It ended badly. We'd cross paths at the thrift store, where I volunteered religiously. I'd catch him silently glaring at me while I restocked the book department. There's no recovering the trust of a Greek once they think you've screwed them, and that's sad because even though he was a total asshole by the end, I understand and get Giorgio more than he'll know. I saw firsthand what he was going through, especially in the last years of Sarris's life, and will always admire him for ensuring Bill was as comfortable as possible. And his talents as an artist.
In 2013, long-time Travilla friend, singer, writer, and artist Chris Clark wrote a wonderful tribute to Dimakis.
But it wasn't my room, Uncle Bill was barging into it at 2:00 am, raging about something that had happened years ago, or convinced that a dream he'd just had was absolute. Giorgos was the one to hold him, try to calm him down, and rock him back to sleep. And all this during a constant scrambling around trying to handle the finances.
Giorgos
was also thrown to the sharks more than once, trying to learn the rocky road to handling all the business dealings that had fallen to Uncle Bill for so many years. Giorgos gave up his incredible oil paintings, no longer able to find the time and peace in his soul to continue.
And
that is all, Giorgos Dimakis. He alone is responsible for the safe place Uncle
Bill is now in his head - and home. There is no bigger gift in life than could
be provided for Uncle Bill. And it has come at a considerable cost to Giorgos. At a
huge cost to his health, his energy, and, most of all, his generous heart, which
dies a little each day as Uncle Bill recedes further into himself. Yes, I was there for a year as a caretaker - but 100 Chris Clarks could not
come up to even one of Giorgos Dimakis's small fingers. This is the man who
deserves all the honor. Uncle Bill wouldn't be alive if not for Giorgos".
As far as I know, he's still living in the desert, creating art and caring for his cats. I wish him well. My only hope is that Travilla's Academy Award ends up in a place where the public can view it, rather than in the hands of a private collector. But I doubt it. He's still an asshole.
As for the others in our cast of characters (thanks, Google...)
Hansford made a nice bank for himself from the entire fiasco. The UK/Europe tour was a great success. If the 10p admission charge had been the same for all exhibits, minus the 1.5p donations to Alzheimer's charities, that would have left 8.5p per head. With venue rental being the highest expense, it is likely that tens of thousands of pounds were generated, given that thousands attended (the 2008 average was 1p = $ 1.50 US). The final tally is unknown as Hansford never produced the final receipts for admissions, tour expenses, and Alzheimer's donations. Dressing Marilyn was a moderate success with a $20,000 advance and royalties. Aside from his co-author credit, Hansford will always be associated with Travilla, being listed as the "Estate Curator" in several books on fashion and Hollywood. Andrew eventually returned to his former life in the skincare industry.
HOWEVER, it looks like he's going to make even more money from Travilla. An announcement for "Marilyn's Style: The dresses of William Travilla designed
for a Hollywood goddess" with a publication date of April 2026 recently appeared on Amazon. The publishing company from the 2017 edition had renamed itself and put out a third edition, roughly 30 more pages, updated with "exclusive and never-before-seen extracts from interviews with Travilla." The question is, are they going to correct the dozens of errors and misinformation from the previous two? And dollars to doughnuts, Giorgio won't see a penny of this edition either.
Suzie Kennedy has spent over two decades successfully portraying Monroe in film, television, and stage, even partnering with Julien's for their 2016 Mega-Marilyn Auction. Julien's has grown into one of the two top dealers in Hollywood memorabilia. Joshua Greene still licenses and sells his father's photography. Mark Bellinghaus lives in Germany, fighting for children's rights and against child abuse.
Travilla's legacy is best remembered and honored in books such as Marilyn in Fashion by Christopher Nickens and George Zeno, or Hollywood Sketchbook by Deborah Noodlman Landis.
While Travilla will always be remembered for his partnership with Marilyn Monroe, his other successes and creations in the film and fashion realms deserve preservation for future generations of customers, designers, artists, and lovers of old Hollywood.
Eric Woodard
















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