Beginning with her baptismal photograph, which was published in Vogue, Marisa Berenson’s life has unfolded in the camera’s eye. It caught her at age 5 with her younger sister Berinthia (known as “Berry”), when their grandmother, the great surrealist-inspired designer Elsa Schiaparelli, made them matching ruby red dresses with shocking pink sashes for the girls’ appearance on the cover of Elle.
Later, under the tutelage of Diana Vreeland (a family friend), Berenson found herself transformed from an introverted 16-year-old into a sleekly self-possessed, green-eyed beauty, stepping lightly from her cultivated European background into the youthquake of a new generation. She was the great-grandniece, on her aristocratic mother’s side, of a famous Neapolitan astronomer, and on her diplomat father’s side, of the noted art historian Bernard Berenson. Suddenly she found herself cavorting in chiffon minidresses or curly aluminum wigs or — gasp! — naked, in far-flung locations, for the likes of David Bailey and Henry Clarke, Richard Avedon and Irving Penn.... read more on nytimes.com