They Lied. I Kept the Records.

In the Valentino world, archives are not just collections. They are power. There is a long history of archives being stolen involving spectacular, daring heists which resulted in Valentino’s history being altered, skewed, and controlled.

Over the years, I’ve watched as valuable and irreplaceable materials vanished—letters, photographs, contracts, even entire collections. Some were stolen outright. Others were sold under pressure or bartered and hoarded into silence. This is an undercurrent few dare to speak about, but it has shaped the way Valentino’s history is told—and withheld.

Valentino’s first wife Jean Acker’s archive was stolen. The entire case file of Valentino’s probate court records was removed from its rightful housing in the Los Angeles County Hall of Records. Two wicker crates full of Valentino documents disappeared from the garage of his manager, George Ullman. And all of this happened decades after Valentino’s death.

Do I think these archives were stolen for their monetary value? That’s likely part of it. But the deeper motive, in my opinion, is control. Control of the narrative. A great cover-up has been enacted over the decades, and many of the artifacts—especially documents—now come with questionable provenance.

Referencing stolen materials, of course, implicates those who possess them. So the collectors aren’t just cautious, they’re secretive.

When my late and beloved husband Renato and I were researching Italian archives, we found many documents which should, by law, have been on file in various cities were simply... gone. Especially those related to Valentino’s love child, Jean. Gone, gone, gone.

There’s a difference between scoring a Valentino relic—like a riding jacket, cane, or bow tie—and possessing an archive of original documents. The latter is a deep dive into truth. And when those materials are revelatory, the stakes are high. Especially if they were stolen.

Which brings me to the point of this message.

I’ve spent decades assembling what is now one of the most comprehensive Valentino archives in existence. It spans nearly thirty years of research and exists in both physical and digital forms—letters, legal documents, studio records, private photographs, first-hand testimonies, and hundreds upon hundreds of images. Some of this archive has been shared publicly over the years. Much of it has not. All of it is safeguarded.

I do not worship this archive as a shrine—but instead care for it as a living record. It cannot be bought, buried, or burned.

And yes, I believe the leader of the Valentino death cult, in particular fears it. Why?

Because he has spent years trying to discredit me, and still does. He spent years trying to erase me, to make me appear unstable or irrelevant. But the truth is, he fears what I have and what I know. He fears the documents, the receipts of his actions, the preserved fragments of a history he cannot manipulate. Because archives do not lie.

I believe he possesses some of the very materials that went missing over the years—those quiet disappearances which left so many questions unanswered. While I cannot prove every detail, I’ve seen enough to understand the pattern. These are not random losses. They serve a purpose: to control the narrative.

The falsehoods spread endlessly about George Ullman, Natacha Rambova, Valentino himself—and about us—and are sustained by hiding the documents proving otherwise. That Ullman was honest. That Natacha and Rudolph made love and shared an authentic marriage. That the truth, simply put, is not the one they tell.

My archive includes many of those buried documents. And for this reason, I will begin to share more of them publicly. Because my archive is not a collector’s trove. It is not wielded to extort, to distort, or to dominate. What I hold serves a different purpose.

My archive is not only a record of Valentino’s life, but of the very struggle to control his legacy. It tells the story not just of the man, but of the mythology built around him and of the dark corners where truth is traded for power and self-interest. That mythology is maintained, in part, by suppressing evidence.

In the search for truth about Valentino, my archive grows more valuable by the day. And it will outlive us all.

For those who care about truth, this matters. Archives like mine are not just personal collections; they are public responsibilities. They push back against the quiet theft of history and the silencing of voices.

I will continue to protect and preserve what I hold and not just for myself, but for those who deserve to know what really happened.

Because the truth is patient. It waits here in folders, in great bins, in hard drives, in locked drawers—untouched by threats, untouched by spin.

One day, it will all be seen. Hopefully very soon. And when it is, there will be no more hiding, no more lies, no more games played in the shadows to uphold false narratives.

Because truth does not need to shout. It only needs to endure.

For today I remind those continuing to lie, the truth will out because the documents prove George Ullman was an honest man, that Natacha Rambova was the best thing that ever happened to Rudolph Valentino and our books are documented, truthful and fascinating!

Stay tuned and thanks for listening.

Fiat Justicia Ruat Caelum and Arrevederci!