AFAIK, he never saw his family again after he escaped Germany. Being Jewish it wasn't a good place to live (no sick pun intended)...
I believe he did work for Vogue in Oz and didn't enjoy it much, the same experience repeated in his brief British sojourn, and only after hitting Paris did the pearly gates 'open wide' to him.
This was also the way for David Hamilton, who came into his own, really, after leaving the shores of the UK. I find it all a bit confusing: London, after all, spawned the Black Trinity, gave Feurer his big break and Peccinotti made his name there too, along with heaps of other snappers who did the same. It's perhaps a matter of personality: different flowers grow better in distinct environments, different types of soil.
Sharon Tate. What a waste. And on a very superficial level, what a crime against pulchritude. Bailey has a beautiful image of her. Can anyone wonder that Roman went a little strange after such a loss? Come to think of it, the Bailey image echoes one of Sieff's with Jacques Fath's son holding a topless wife in his embrace (coolish). (I say echoes, but don't know which made the original bang.) It, too, was doomed to end as relationship.
Life in photographs.
Rob