December 1966 (Hamburg, Germany)
I need to make a birthday update eventually but for right now, I just want to share this amazing gem I read recently in a book of mine before I head off to work.
December 1966 (Hamburg, Germany)
Astrid took time off of work to see them. Into the dressing room walked the delicate, voluptuous girl whos scissors had first shaped the Beatle cut; whose German sewing machine had tailored, for Stu Sutcliffe, the first black cordroy Beatle jacket; whose camera lens had first alighted on the image now reproduced on millions of record sleeves. The soft voice spoke English like the Liverpudlian she had almost become. She said she was "made up" to see them again.
Astrid's photographs of the Beatles had earned her nothing: not even acknowledgement. The famous shot of them sitting on the fairground engine at Der Dom owed its copyright, if at all, to the wire services which had transmitted it all over the world. "It was just one of a bundle of prints I had sent over to Liverpool. Later on, it turned up credited to UPI. I did not try to sue anyone. What would have been the point? To me it was just a photograph of some friends."
Astrid told the Beatles she had given up photography. She thought she was not good enough. She had taken a job in a female drag bad, dancing as required with "the men." In her black-draped room, under a huge blow-up of a fragile-faced boy, candles burned on for the Beatle whom none but his mother, and those who looked at his pictures, seemed to remember now.
JUST RIP MY HEART OUT AND STOMP ON IT why don't you.
(I want to see her in drag...)
(Did she try to become a lesbian because no other man could replace Stu? I have never heard this. It's so intriguing, hahaha. Not that dancing there means she was gay but . . . wow.)
(P.S. A million thanks to layla1188 for a 12-month paid account, which thanks to her, allows me to have this gorgeous never-was manip photo icon.)
December 1966 (Hamburg, Germany)
Astrid took time off of work to see them. Into the dressing room walked the delicate, voluptuous girl whos scissors had first shaped the Beatle cut; whose German sewing machine had tailored, for Stu Sutcliffe, the first black cordroy Beatle jacket; whose camera lens had first alighted on the image now reproduced on millions of record sleeves. The soft voice spoke English like the Liverpudlian she had almost become. She said she was "made up" to see them again.
Astrid's photographs of the Beatles had earned her nothing: not even acknowledgement. The famous shot of them sitting on the fairground engine at Der Dom owed its copyright, if at all, to the wire services which had transmitted it all over the world. "It was just one of a bundle of prints I had sent over to Liverpool. Later on, it turned up credited to UPI. I did not try to sue anyone. What would have been the point? To me it was just a photograph of some friends."
Astrid told the Beatles she had given up photography. She thought she was not good enough. She had taken a job in a female drag bad, dancing as required with "the men." In her black-draped room, under a huge blow-up of a fragile-faced boy, candles burned on for the Beatle whom none but his mother, and those who looked at his pictures, seemed to remember now.
JUST RIP MY HEART OUT AND STOMP ON IT why don't you.
(I want to see her in drag...)
(Did she try to become a lesbian because no other man could replace Stu? I have never heard this. It's so intriguing, hahaha. Not that dancing there means she was gay but . . . wow.)
(P.S. A million thanks to layla1188 for a 12-month paid account, which thanks to her, allows me to have this gorgeous never-was manip photo icon.)