Thank you; lot’s of innocent fun changing and taking a presumably expensive advertising shot into a different playground.
I wish I’d kept most of my own old negatives… it would have let me do “street” from the quiet of my little office. In my own defence, though, no Internet was known (by me) to exist, back in 1981.
As a bit if useless information: yesterday marked the day, 44 years ago, when my tribe and I arrived in Mallorca to start a new life. It also means that I have spent more of my life here than anywhere else. Hey ho. The year before, having had a hellish experience with X-ray, film bags and police at the entrance to the departure lounge of Palma airport, I swore I’d never set foot on this island again. How did Kodachrome 64 Pro react to X-ray machines? Well, some of the films showed skin tones that had turned from tan into khaki. Fortunately, enough stuff survived to enable the gig to succeed.
