Bill Eld

One of the saddest cases to come out of Hollywood. Bill Eld was one thing and one thing only a male pinup who made his living as an Adagio Dancer in the big clubs of the West Coast such as The Condor and the Pink Pussycat then moved on to Colt to do Eroica movies lived in LA and San Francisco back and forth. With a body of a Greek god, a tool that was obscenely large and a face of an Irish Joe College drenched in youth and a proud symbol of Americana Bill made his way to the studios who made X rated films in the late 60s. Toby Ross' Reflection of Youth propelled him to super stardom overnight. From here on his use of Cocaine got perniciously worse till no-one would hire him. Moody and difficult he worked in other jobs such as a food inspector ending up as a janitor for the adult theatres around 42nd street his teeth gone and his heart stopping beauty fading into a gaunt weird character who roamed the streets of New York with a shopping cart loaded with all his belonging. Toby Ross helped for a while with money and some places to stay but eventually he dies alone from the drug of his choice Cocaine. From $1000 a night to a homeless existence, a heart break. His ashes were scattered somewhere on Hart Island where 1 million nameless souls are keeping him company. No stone no grave just a memory and some old films and magazines.