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Showing posts with label lizzie bravo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lizzie bravo. Show all posts

Thursday, 9 May 2013

Kenwood: 26/2/1967.




Four more from Lizzie's Kenwood file, and fer once none o' my yap.
Above, the master bedroom en-suite at sunset.
Below, psychedelic vomit on the front door:



Kitchen window:



Cattus:



There are various other random shots which I'll put up here in the coming weeks, and so another huge thank you to Lizzie for her generosity.

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Kenwood: summer, 1967.



More Lizzie, and this time in colour. Most of these clearly taken in summer, and the gate remains open to all comers.
Two of the caravan, the left by Lizzie, the right from her collection, but snapper unknown (get in touch if it's you).
Quite splendid:



Two of the den end; circa, respectively, March and June 1967:



Kenwood, obscured by foliage:



Innareshtingly, most of the above may well date 26th June 1967, ie the day after Our World (and 3 days prior to the Leslie Bryce Kenwood session).
Fantastic "stuffs" - thanks Lizzie - further to follow.

Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Kenwood: 19/2/1967.



Lizzie's first visit to Kenwood was on Sunday 19th February, 1967, and here are some of the photos from that very day. To begin at the back, garage/sunroom/dining room, above.
Note the bird table/hat, soon to re-appear in the garden:



The front door. What's "interesting" here (no, really) is the paint job.
Regulah "readahs" will recall that the last load o' pics, dated 21st January 1967, revealed the door still in its original state. Pete Shotton, in his memoir, recalls arriving at Kenwood one Saturday night to find John and Terry Doran "spray painting the front of the house in psychedelic day-glo colours", after which he is ushered in to the house and introduced to "Magic" Alex Mardas for the first time.
Thus, the emergence of the Greek "wizard" can be dated to the early part o' 1967 (and it's another example of John's "Winter o' Lovin'" mind-set - spray paint, flying saucers, force fields etc., etc.):



The den/library:



Garage. Note the presence of Cyn's Porsche 911:



Blah:



As far as I know, the current whereabouts of this car are a mystery. I'm also not sure if any photos showing the license plate have surfaced before; hard to make out, but I reckon that reads GAN 7E, registered (as a quick on-line search reveals) between January and July 1967 in West Ham, London.
Anyway, if the car still exists, it should be traceable by someone who can be arsed (ie not me):



Finally, the living room exterior, and the first decent photo of the equally exterior entrance to that room:



These black and white pics are lovely (stuff), but, perhaps appropriately, things are about to get colourful...

Many thanks yet again to Lizzie.

Monday, 1 April 2013

Kenwood: 21/1/1967.



Lizzie arrived in the UK mid-February 1967; shortly before that date, her friend Denise Werneck made the journey out to St George's Hill to take some photos, on a kind of Lizzie-related recce. Thus, and "intereshtingly", a date attaches to these pics, that date being the date of the 21st of January, 1967 - a Saturday, date fans.
The preceding two had seen the Beatles at Abbey Road, making substantial progress on A Day In The Life (with the following taken on Thursday 19th):



But now it is Saturday, a brief consolidating pause has been called to the Pepper sessions, and here we are. The first thing to note is how every curtain remains resolutely drawn. Was there anyone at home? Quite likely, I reckon, as the pattern was often to head out "clubbaging" post-session, and with a few days rest hoving into view, and some solid work laid down, a spot of celebratory "Class A's" may well have been in order. (Or, as ever, not.)
If so, the residents are inside sleeping it off, as Denise covers the house from all angles.
The other point of some vague interest is that the sheer gloom of a British winter is well represented here; even Pepper's biggest detractors wouldn't characterise it as a gloomy record - quite the opposite, in fact. Its forever association with the long, hot Summer o' Lovin' hardly needs repeating, yet the main thing that strikes me about these photos is how this sparkling work was actually recorded during the dank, drab chill of the firstly aforementioned season. Timing always was one of their strong points, and never more so than here.
Anyway...the area round the side of the garage, overlooking the pool. Note the swing, and the presence of ubiquitous reconstructive material, including mulch for the garden:



Next, the front door, still free of sickly paint job (though not for much longer, as we will see) and porch:



Living room, bedroom etc:



Finally the sunroom, and adjacent steps:



Next up, February 1967, and Lizzie's first visit to Kenwood. Huge thanks, once again, to her (and Denise, o' course).

Tuesday, 26 March 2013

Kenwood: swimming pool, 1967.



Lizzie Bravo (who needs no introduction) has a large cache of previously unseen Kenwood pics, taken between January and the summer of 1967. Being the generous soul that she is, permission has been granted to share them on here; so, as a little "appeteaser", 4 shots of the pool. The above was taken in January of the aforementioned year, whilst the other three must date from early summer (judging by the foliage):



These were all scanned straight from Lizzie's original prints, taken using her (obviously) very-much pre-digital camera, and the old technology lends many of her black and white shots a particularly crepuscular air:



As regulah readahs will know, the pool was built (not literally) by John, and demolished in the mid-90s to make way for not a great deal:



Many more to follow soon(ish), including some with date attached.

Thanks to Lizzie!

Saturday, 7 March 2009

Kenwood: Lizzie Bravo.



I, and indeed you, may be a fulsome fan of the Fabs, but we've got nothing on uber-fan Lizzie Bravo. Lizzie came to live in London, on her own, at the age of 15, from Brazil, with the express intention of meeting the Beatles. This she achieved in "reasonable" fashion, eventually being invited in to Abbey Road to sing on the original Across The Universe. Nae bad. Anyway, the good news is she is currently writing a book about her experiences based on her diaries of the time, and has kindly offered to share one or two of her Kenwood photos here.
So, a great shot of Lizzie near the front door holding one of John's cats. Which one, I'm not sure. Here is her diary entry for the day this photo was taken - March 25, 1967. "Me & friends went to Esher and Weybridge. George was in a great mood, he said "Hello, happy Easter!". Pattie is an angel. I fell in love with John's black and white cat. We didn't see John, though we heard his voice."
That's Cynthia's Porsche behind her too - which was, apparently, the cause of the only row Pete Shotton ever saw between John & Cyn. More, tangentially, on Mr Shotton soon, and many thanks to Lizzie for this.