On Sunday June 12 1994 Nicole Brown Simpson became a public figure overnight for on that balmy Sunday evening she was senselessly and brutally murdered in the grounds of her home at 875 South Bundy Drive in the leafy suburb of Brentwood in California.
Her murder trial and that of her friend Ronald Lyle Goldman who had been murdered alongside her became known as the ‘Trial of the Century’ with her former husband Orenthal James Simpson as the accused.
It is hard to believe that Nicole was murdered over twenty five years ago for I can remember the BBC news reports and the iconic photographs of the bloody pathway lined with the neat rows of purple and lilac Agapanthus…
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Nothing matters, at this point, but still life and dead images of a woman who looks so fine and dignified and full of airs. Beauty like hers is greatly powerful, especially in a place like California, because far from being just another pretty face, a slice of sunshine and good cheer, Nicole is arch and strong to appearances, suggesting all kinds of dignity, all kinds of haughtiness.
And at certain times, if she made you really mad, I am sure that you would want to punch that face and make it go away. You would just plain want to bash it in.
That is how I know that O.J. is guilty… Continue reading Trophy Wife, Murder Victim, Whatever…
The high school field trip was California all the way: a psychology class spending a weekend on Santa Catalina island, that balmy resort 23 miles off the Pacific coast, with no apparent goal except, perhaps, to study the stress-reducing effects of sunning and swimming.
But two of the students had other ideas. A few hours after the class and teacher were dropped off at some cabins on the far side of the island, the boat that had brought them made a return trip, circling back to pick up two girls who seemed to have prearranged their departure.
With no explanation, off went a junior named Nicole Brown, who with her sun-drenched blond hair and tan could have been the prototype of the California girl… Continue reading That Was Just Nicole!
Nicole Simpson looked stunning in a black two-piece jogging suit as she trotted along the tree-lined boulevard in West Los Angeles.
Motorists took their eyes off the road to admire her shapely form. Some even tooted their horns. It was another sunny day in the wealthy, fashionable suburb of Brentwood and 35-year-old Nicole was feeling great.
She gulped in the warm air and yelled to her running partner, doctor’s wife Cora Fischman: “I feel so free now. I feel like I can do anything I want.”
Then she gasped: “You know what, Cora – I’m not afraid of him any more.”
It was Friday, June 10, 1994, and by “him,” Nicole was clearly referring to O.J. Simpson, sports legend, all-American hero and the brutal, womanizing man to whom she had been married for seven years. She had recently dashed O.J.’s last hope of reconciliation. Continue reading That Final Run for Freedom!
Nicole Simpson had an eerie premonition of her death – just five weeks before she was murdered she scrambled to make out a will to ensure her children would be taken care of if anything happened to her.
Friends have told STAR that Nicole was terrified of how ex-husband O.J. Simpson would react to her decision to leave him for good, and they feared the blonde beauty may have known that she could never escape him… Continue reading One Secret Eerie Premonition?
O.J. Simpson heaped so much abuse on his ex-wife Nicole during the final months of her life, she plunged into zombie-like states of depression and had to be snapped back to reality.
That’s just one of the chilling revelations from her trusted housekeeper who watched O.J. destroy the woman he claimed to love.
In a world exclusive ENQUIRER interview, Elvia Alonzo – who lived with Nicole and her two children right up until the young beauty’s death – speaks out for the first time. Continue reading Roses Are Red and YOU Will Be Soon Dead!