The 30 September 1955 James Dean died. He had just 24 years 7 months and 22 days. Only three starring films: The Valley of’ Eden, Rebel and The Giant. Prior 1955 his career was studded with some appearance in the television series dell’ era and in some spot, on the sidelines of this also did Theatre. Already in July’ year after the death of another young actor Robert Francis, and a week later dell’ Actress Suzanne Ball said with the tone of someone who, Rascal, challenge the fate that these events happen in threes and the next he would be. A few months earlier in his last ride home was followed by a Life photographer, Dennis Stock, that begged to be photographed as a joke in a coffin from the local mortuary. The same that would then hosted for real months later. Like other artists cursed loved courting death, get to the limit and challenge himself. A curious fact about his perverse exposing itself was given by the circulation of the photos he took were cadaveric mode, but then, When he died, l’ single shot that circulated was that of her Porche crashed. A Japanese billionaire Seita Ohnishi keeps in his safe shots of James Dean, agonized made by Sanford Roth, come on site of the crash a few minutes later. That day he perhaps unwittingly made a series of last things. At 0.05 his last supper at the restaurant Villa Capri. At 7.20 his last breakfast in Sherman Oaks at 14611 Sutton Street. At 12.15 he saluted for l’ last time his father and uncle at the restaurant Patsy's Pizza, in and around Hollywood. At 14.30 in his last glass of milk he drank Castain Junction. At 15.30 He took his last fine, by signing the minutes, He signed his last autograph. At 17.00 in Balckwell's Corner, he ate his last Apple and drank his last Coca-Cola. At 17.59 He met his death in a collision with a Ford. Fate mocked him one last time while the ambulance took him to hospital, When the driver slowed abruptly dazzled by a’ cars coming in the opposite direction. L’ car behind l’ ambulance in an effort to avoid’ impact swerved but made in time to avoid a mocking Fender Bender. From that point onward he began a second life for James Dean, What is held in memory and in citations to anyone who's met either in person or through the mass media. The story gives us a guy who still had to show to the world and to himself his figure of artist, even though the premises were biting. But James Dean represents more, the projection in ourselves than it might weigh each individual fragment of life flavored by the talent that has been given to us on loan. His legend is undoubtedly the result of the years 50, When the media machine collected l’ event reserving to emotions that it procured the necessary space because they were not mass-, but fragmented and crystallized in the State of mind of each, without anyone could suggest what kind of emotion would have to try.
Hector Parker
