"It's better with every film," declared Actress Liv Ullmann, 35, of her working relationship with Director Ingmar Bergman, 56. The Norwegian star of Scenes from a Marriage is now completing her seventh movie with Bergman, who also happens to be the father of her eight-year-old daughter Linn. In the film, titled Face to Face, Liv portrays a psychiatrist whose own woes drive her to attempt suicide. If her romance with Bergman ended amicably, so, too, did her only marriage. For help in preparing her part, Liv called on Psychiatrist Jacob Stang, 41, whom she divorced some seven years ago. "I asked him a lot of questions," explains Liv. Her research seems unlikely to lead her to the couch, however. Ullmann says she has never gone to a shrink, "and after this picture, I certainly never will."

Even Henry Ford II, 57, with a personal fortune that includes some $45 million in company stock, was impressed when he squired 40 Ford executives down to the ranch of sherry baron Jose Ignacio Domecq, in Jerez, Spain. Senor Domecq, whose son Miguel is assistant controller of Ford's new auto plant in Valencia, Spain, arranged for some flamenco, a bullfight and rivers of Spanish-style ice-cold sherry to entertain his guests. Ford told his host afterward: "I have more money than you, but you have a better way of life." The Domecqs, one of the wealthiest families in Spain, conceded that Ford was half-right, anyway. "He was a bit wrong," one family member said stiffly, "when he talked about himself being richer."

He has difficulty walking more than half a mile or so, and he has had treatment for high blood pressure as well. But the real problem, Existentialist Jean-Paul Sartre said in an interview published last week in France's Le Nouvel Observateur, is that his vision is failing. "My career as a writer is completely destroyed," said Sartre. "I have had hemorrhages behind my left eye, the one eye with which I could see" (he lost the sight in his right eye from leucoma at age three). "As a consequence, I can neither read nor write." Still, life was not all gloom as Sartre paused to celebrate his 70th birthday recently with Feminist Author Simone de Beauvoir and other friends. "I can still talk," he said, adding that if French television could find the financial backing, he hoped to do "a series of programs where I will try to talk about the 75 years of this century." Meanwhile, he keeps informed by having Longtime Companion Simone, 67, read aloud to him.

"I get asked to do things all the time, like endorsing a china dinner service --that sort of thing," claims Britain's onetime supermodel Twiggy, 25. Though her modeling career faded, her film career fizzled, and her former boy friend, Justin de Villeneuve married someone else, Twiggy has not yet turned sideways and disappeared. Now preparing a BBC television variety series, she has just handed publishers the first draft of her memoirs. Scheduled for publication in October, the manuscript chronicles her rise from a working-class family in London and mentions at least one brush with royalty. The Thin One recalls how she was once introduced to Princess Margaret and explained that though her real name was Leslie Hornby, she was called Twiggy. "How unfortunate," Meg replied loftily.

Like most reunions, last week's gathering of President Franklin Roosevelt's New Dealers had its share of misty nostalgia. Among those on hand to discuss "The Relevance of the New Deal to the Current Situation" at New York's City University were Economists Isador Lubin, 79, and John Kenneth Galbraith, 66; Brain-Truster Benjamin Cohen, 80; ex-Congresswoman Helen Gahagan Douglas, 74; plus sons of New Dealers Franklin Roosevelt Jr., 60, and Robert F. Wagner, 65. Most jumped at the chance to swap old anecdotes of life with father. Lubin recalled walking into Roosevelt's office on one occasion just as the First Lady was leaving. Eleanor, fresh from a medical checkup, had reported to F.D.R. that her health was fine. As Roosevelt reconstructed the exchange for Lubin, he then asked his wife: "But did the doctor say anything about that big fat ass of yours?" Replied Eleanor: "No, Franklin, he never mentioned your name once."

"I'm quiet and I don't win much, so people don't notice me. But I'm there." People finally noticed Golfer Lou Graham, 37, at the U.S. Open in rain-soaked Medinah, Ill., last week. A native of Nashville who served on President Kennedy's White House honor guard while he was in the Army, Graham won more than $500,000, but only two tournaments, during twelve years as a pro. Despite his reputation as a conservative player with a distaste for chance taking, he survived an 18-hole play-off to beat out Texan John Mahaffey, 27, by two strokes and win the $40,000 top prize in Medinah. For good luck on his victory round, Graham donned a favorite faded blue golf shirt. Said Wife Patsy afterward: "We may bronze it."

One of the surest signs of summer in France is the arrival of Brigitte Bardot at her villa in St.-Tropez. The cinema sex symbol has returned as usual, this time with her boy friend of six months in tow. He is Kireo Brozeck, 34, a French-born actor of Czechoslovak descent. Although Brigitte, 40, recently abandoned her semi-retirement to film a series of hip-hugging trouser commercials for French television, friends report that she is considering marriage to Brozeck, motherhood, and the quiet life of a farm owner. "She feels the time has come to cultivate her garden," says one acquaintance. "She's tried everything else. Now she just wants to be happy."

After spending 17 1/2 months in jail for trying to pass off a fraudulent autobiography of Howard Hughes as the genuine article, Author Clifford Irving, 44, is now having trouble balancing other books as well. Citing overwhelming financial obligations, Irving last week filed suit for bankruptcy in New York. His total assets, he says, are a $35 typewriter, a $50 tape recorder, a $75 camera and a $100 Mercury convertible named Barbara. Liabilities: $2,900 in hotel bills, $140,000 owed to the Internal Revenue Service, $235,000 in overdue legal fees, a $344,899 debt to McGraw-Hill for advance payments and a judgment against Irving for the Hughes story, and a $55 million claim by Art Dealer Fernand Legros, who asserts that Irving libled him in his book Fake! "This really all came about as a result of the Hughes affair," says Irving. "That man--I should sue him as a public nuisance."

Hoping for a triumphant fall opening on Broadway, Playwright Tennessee Williams instead suffered a swift summer closing in Boston. Williams' The Red Devil Battery Sign had David Merrick as co-producer and Anthony Quinn in the leading role as a brain-damaged mariachi. The play lasted less than three weeks before local critics turned off the lights. "Dreadful," snipped the Boston Globe of Williams' first drama since Outcry in 1973, "a flickering shadow of his former self." The Boston Herald American said the play "teeters and totters eerily between true tragedy and mawkish melodrama." Complaining that "one of the great talents of all time has been treated like an assembly-line butcher," the newly unemployed Quinn snapped: "Just say that I am more proud of being in a failure by Tennessee Williams than in a hit by a shit."

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