So what kind of mementoes have been slumbering for more than half a decade in the dozen 80 litre removal cartons delivered (and emptied!) yesterday? A goodly few, to be sure.
This one has for me some significance. In April 1970 I was already looking for where to go next, after WifeOne walked out and London and the Swinging Sixties had become jaded.
When David Hamilton’s photo appeared on the cover of Twen it was seen as quite daring; this was not by any means a ‘top shelf’ publication. David I’d already met in
At the time the photographer’s career was guided by a manager who happened to be German and who was instrumental in building his reputation to the level of success, particularly in
As the magazine cover points out, it was the beginning of the Age of Aquarius… And what goes around comes around. I note with some pleasure that the fashions my daughter and her classmates are adopting this summer are highly reminiscent of those at the dawning of the age by the young girls in
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