No, I don't think I died again recently, but the next time I'm gone, if I meet up with my favourite person again, we won't be comin' back no' mo'.
Mr Fulton! And I had fond ideas of being the Scottish James Dean, Frankie Avalon, Dean Martin and even, on a wild day, Gregory Peck! Perhaps the latter because I had a thing for Ava Gardener at the time, all mixed up with The Snows of Kilimanjaro. Well, once BB came on the scene, Ava had had it.
Makes me think about how those stars have gone, been replaced by zeros; where the Avas, the Ritas, the Susans, the Yvonnes, the Janes, the Marilyns, the hell, it just goes on and on. What a short sell today's lot is; nothing for anyone beyond the rabid teenager. It's a croc.
You know, we write reams of stuff about photography, why we do it, how we do it, but we never seem to get our heads around the idea that just about all the visual thinking we do has been more movie influenced than by anything we ever saw in print or on the wall.