(James) 'Okay. I’m nearly ready.' (Stephen) 'No rush.' Stephen was lounging in an armchair dressed in a bizarre outfit of purple trousers, a canary yellow and white frill shirt and a gold blazer. His hair, what was left of it, was also dyed purple and his...
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(James) 'Okay. I’m nearly ready.' (Stephen) 'No rush.' Stephen was lounging in an armchair dressed in a bizarre outfit of purple trousers, a canary yellow and white frill shirt and a gold blazer. His hair, what was left of it, was also dyed purple and his cracked lips painted rouge. He smelt of a mixture of cologne, lavender and cigarettes. Surrounding him was an array of photograph frames and a collection of dusty hardback books. I recognized a few of the people featured inside the silver frames, his mother, sisters, one of his brother and a collection of deceased dogs all wearing a bizarre collection of Christmas party hats. There was also a large black and white print taken some time during the 1930s in the garden of Arches, Stephen looking angelic in a pirouette costume, his face dusted with white powder and heavy rouge applied to his cheeks. He is looking away from the camera while other people notably the socialites Angela Dewsbury and Desha King gaze affectionately in a sombre p
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