She was something like a superhero – gifted with extraordinary powers, impervious to cold, fond of black spandex and crimson cloaks. Her sidekick? A cat named Pyewacket. Her kryptonite? Love.
Gillian Holroyd, a beautiful, independent, barefoot bohemian was the first witch I ever saw on screen who wasn’t grotesque, cartoonish, or ashamed of who she was. She was educated, uninhibited, and ridiculously cool. Of course Jimmy Stewart came along and turned her into a weepy would-be wife selling sea shells in a pink frock – but up until that point, very, very cool.
It’s a little embarassing to admit that your first occult role model was an early 60’s Hollywood creation, but the truth is just that. Gillian Holroyd made me want to be a witch. I cut my hair short, walked barefoot through the snow, and started reading James Frazier’s The Golden Bough – Gilllian Holroyd majored in anthropology and sold tribal art, so clearly myth and culture were important components of magical study. In hindsight – not a bad role model at all!
If you’re looking for a light-hearted witchy fix this weekend – check out Bell Book and Candle. And if anyone knows of a real bar like the Zodiac, please let me know!