ALICE (Dying Is Simple. Its Coming Back When Things Get Interesting)

ALICE (Dying is simple. It’s coming back when things get interesting)

Chapter 25

I Live The Life I Love – Willie Parker (President PT 171 – 1967)

August – September 1967

The downside of working as a photographic model is that you had to wear what they told you to wear. Some of the Avant-garde fashions I modelled were laughable. These jokey creations were wholly impractical for anything but exotic fashion magazine splurges. Some of the incredible hairstyles they created could only be achieved with hairpieces and wigs. These supposedly futuristic coiffures looked utterly ludicrous. They were totally impractical hairstyles fit only for a fashion shoot. I hated these enormous bouffant styles, and they took ages to create. Learning how to keep them on your head so they looked natural was another matter. Let me state for the record these creations were not of our choosing but the far-out hare-brained imaginings of the stylists and photographers. Pity the poor girl who wondered how she could achieve such a thick, luxuriant mane like the models.

Nor did anyone ever warn us about how to slip into a tight-fitting dress to avoid messing with the hair stylist’s latest crowning confection. We had to perform like contortionists to put on these outfits after our hair and makeup had been done.

The New Breed bad hairstyle awards started as a joke. Stella Lane had appeared in an advert with the most absurdly massive bouffant hairstyle. We began the competition for the silliest hairstyle of the year as a bit of fun. I took the 1968 award, although I reckon it should have gone to Ellen Halloran. Still, the girls all chipped in for a half-dozen bottles of Bollinger as the prize, which got all of us merry later that evening at Hester's. The world of fashion was not only hard work, lucrative but surprisingly enjoyable most of the time.

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Just because she died it doesn’t mean he’s dead.

When Alice, a 1960s fashion model decides to disappear, she leaves a manuscript with her friend, Angie Thornton.

Can Alice’s bizarre admissions be true?

Or is her mysterious manuscript nothing more than an elaborate hoax?

So, who is Alice?

Is she really an eighteen-year-old teenage Mod from Halifax who became one of ‘Mack’ MacKinnon’s famed New Breed models?

Or is she really someone else?

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Chapter 6

Walk - Don't Run '64 – The Ventures (Liberty LIB 96 – 1964)

My surrogate mother insisted on me escorting my surrogate sister to and from school to home. Jackie Booth, who lived nearby, tagged along. Once across Free School Lane, it was a short walk to our terrace house in Ivy Street.