Twiggy, mother of Carly.
I met her once. She was doing a book-signing at one of my many places of work. I was crowd control. Unaided. It was a long queue, and I had keep everyone in place, so that regular shoppers could get up the stairs without struggle. I was told by one of my ‘superiors’ to inform everyone that Twiggy would not be ‘doing photographs’. I diligently told every single person in the queue, and not one of them took any bloody notice.
It was taken from a leaflet for ‘Revolution? Records and Rebels 1966-1970’, an exhibition at the V&A. It was the highlight of Mr. S’s year because he got to sit on pretend grass and imagine being at Woodstock. The photograph is by Bert Stern.
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