Sometimes the beauty of life is right in front of you. Sitting on a train on a cold morning in December. Still tired from the week before. It’s early; sun rising with such splendour in the east. I’m always been in awe of the raw simplicity and wonderment of nature. How I even managed to get this picture, I’m not even sure. There’s no filters as it doesn’t need any. I have never been a morning person always a night owl. Yet I do appreciate early mornings now. Sunrise especially the time before dawn is magical. So much promise for a new day. Winter mornings, wrapped up against the cold. I’ve become much more grateful for being here at this time. The promise of right now and the anticipation of tomorrow is where I live. Wishing everyone a bright future and Seasons Greetings/ Solstice and Happy Hogmanay! ☆☆☆☆
Jimmy PageandCindy Wells photographed by Ron Raffaelli in December 1969.
After touring with the band I became very close to them, and on a long flight from London to New York, Jimmy Page told me about a recurring dream he had. In this dream Jimmy falls from the concert stage into the flailing arms of a sea of screaming fans. he is stripped of his clothes and forced to have sex with many beautiful groupies. I had an assistant go down to the butcher and get these entrails, and they smelled like crazy! So I insisted they be kept in a can out on the back porch of my studio for the early morning shooting, and we weren’t going to bring them in until we had to because of the smell. Page came in with this model, some groupie that was hanging on to him at the moment. I don’t remember her name, it was ‘Moonbeam’ or something… And I had the private set ready so there was no one there but him and me and this model. They stripped down and I got them all posed and everything and I said ‘ok, I am going to bring in the…uh..entrails,’ and by now the sun had come up and and it was heating them up so they were warm, I put them on him and got it all posed, but I’m looking through the camera and I’m thinking, ‘it just looks like I poured those entrails on his stomach, it doesn’t look like there’s a gash or anything.’ It just didn’t look convincing. And he’s laying there and she’s laying there and the stuff is beginning to get ripe and I’m thinking, ‘I’ve gotta think quick.’ So I run out to the kitchen and look in the refridgerator and there was my answer. I had a nice jar of strawberry preserves! I quick grabbed a long spoon and mixed ‘em up and they had the right redness and consistency, with little specks and everything. It had the right look to it like it might be the inside of a turned-out open wound. So I took these cold, cold preserves -and I give Jimmy a lot of credit, he must really have wanted the picture- and put them all around the entrails on his stomach. And I know from the expression on his face and the contortions that his body was going through that this was not a comfortable situation!
My agent met Jimmy in New York last year and explained that we have this material and that we were intending to sell it and he didn’t have any objections to it. It’s bizarre, but I would never consider it a controversial picture by any means, it’s just bizarre and reflects a bizarre state of mind that he was in at the time. I’m sure he looks back at it and goes, ‘Oh my God, what was I thinking?!’