here is another shot i really never considered capturing before, and i'm not sure why... perhaps its because the twisted image of a nubile showgirl in a gas mask scampering about bombsite rubble always seemed too scary. i'm not sure... it makes me wonder if ken ever saw (or heard tell of) such wartime spectacles; i'll never know until he grants me an audience. still, this is one of the images from 'tommy' that gave me unsettled dreams. just the thought of a cute young girl with a playful feather headdress running from exploding shells... as a five-year old, it made a fast impression. it was as if... at that moment... i realized that barbie dolls and poison were coexisting facts of life.
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