missmcharrisonagain
missmcharrisonagain
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missmcharrisonagain · 27 days ago
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One to One: John and Yoko (2024) Dir: Kevin Macdonald
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missmcharrisonagain · 27 days ago
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@polytheneapollo Exactly what i wanted to say as well
every single day I see posts that make me go oh yeah none of these people view yoko ono as a person she's just there to be a manipulative conniving bitch or a fujoshi huh
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missmcharrisonagain · 28 days ago
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Yoko Ono in New York City c. 1961
Late 1961, days before the Carnegie Recital Hall concert, I believe. A friend took this photo. I remember the soft, khaki sweater I loved. Since I was not pursuing fame, and was pretty pleased with my works in various media, I would say I was happy with myself
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missmcharrisonagain · 28 days ago
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Yoko at sixteen or seventeen, (1949-1950). She liked receiving piano lessons from her father, Eisuke, a former musician, because it meant spending time with him. What she didn’t like was how critical he was of her playing. “Whenever I started to play, he would say, ‘No, not that way, let me show you.’” Eventually, her father would bring her into his study after literally measuring her hands and tell her that they were indeed too small to become a professional pianist– which is what led to Eisuke having Yoko begin taking voice lessons so that she could sing German classical songs known as lieder.
Interestingly enough, you can see the family photo of the three, Eisuke, Isoko, and Yoko in San Francisco in 1935.
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missmcharrisonagain · 28 days ago
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Silently cursing my habit of collecting nice posts in my drafts to safe them for the perfect moment. Now my drafts are a beautiful reflection of what moved me during the last months and ripping them apart (=posting) feels very wrong.
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missmcharrisonagain · 3 months ago
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Everyone did their own stunts in Hatari (1962), filmed in Tanzania, formerly Tanganyika.
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missmcharrisonagain · 3 months ago
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Elsa Martinelli-John Wayne-Hardy Krüger-Michèle Girardon "Hatari" (Hatari!) 1962, de Howard Hawks.
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missmcharrisonagain · 3 months ago
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Hatari! 1962 Howard Hawks
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missmcharrisonagain · 3 months ago
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Hatari! (1962), Dir. Howard Hawks
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missmcharrisonagain · 3 months ago
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missmcharrisonagain · 3 months ago
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missmcharrisonagain · 4 months ago
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Little Big Man, Spanish Lobby Card. 1970
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missmcharrisonagain · 5 months ago
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“Real elegance is everywhere. Especially in the things that don’t show”. - Christian Dior
Brigitte Bardot hand washing her stockings in Love Is My Profession (1958)
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missmcharrisonagain · 5 months ago
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Snowshoe hare By: Charlie Ott From: Éditions Rencontre Cards 1978
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missmcharrisonagain · 8 months ago
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missmcharrisonagain · 8 months ago
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Vintage Christmas card
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missmcharrisonagain · 8 months ago
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Backstage at the Liverpool Empire on December 6, 1969. Photo from the Liverpool Echo, © Mirrorpix.
“Saturday 6th December 1969 will stay with me forever. […] [I also wrote] to George addressing a letter to George Harrison c/o Liverpool Empire and included a piece of paper and a stamp addressed envelope. […] [By the stage door] I asked [Eric Clapton] where George was, as I had noticed he definitely wasn’t on the coach and I was praying that the NME hadn’t got it wrong. He replied, ‘He’s making his own way here, ‘cos his mum’s not too well and he’s going to visit her.‘ I felt reassured, and was now getting serious butterflies in my stomach […]. It must have been about half an hour later when a silver Ford Escort pulled up outside the stage door. It was not a flashy car by any means, and this guy with a droopy mustache and very long hair parted in the middle emerged from the car. It was George; he was alone and had driven the car himself! I almost screamed at him to come back, as he opened the stage door holding his bag, but he turned and smiled, and said, ‘I’ve got to come back to lock the car.’ I was terrified that I had just blown it; would he come back out, or would somebody else come out and move it? A moment later, George emerged from the stage door and I tried frantically to think of something sensible to say to him. First, I asked for an autograph… George happily signed it. […] We’d now reached the steps of the Lord Nelson Hotel and my exclusive chat with George had come to an end. […] What a beautiful person George was, he was so attentive and polite. I then went to the show in which George took a low profile as just a member of the band with no fuss. I was in a daze though, after our meeting! And as for my letter I sent to George at the Liverpool Empire? Four days later an envelope came through my door addressed to me in my writing. He’d replied, and inside there was my paper upon which was written: To Dave, Best wishes, keep rocking, George Harrison and Eric Clapton.” - Dave Donnelly (fan), The Beatles and Me (2013)
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