HAMBURG 1960: A photography student with a look of Brigitte Bardot follows a friend to a cellar nightclub on the Reeperbahn.
There, for the first time, she hears a band of five lads from Liverpool who are, without knowing it, preparing to take over the world.
In those few seconds, as she watches those “little bits of wood screaming their heads off”, her path in life changes completely.
It is the start of a love affair – with music and with a man, The Beatles’ original bass player Stuart Sutcliffe, – that continues more than 50 years after his death.
“I just freaked out when I saw them for the first time,” she recalls on a visit to Liverpool to launch an exhibition of her photographs.
“The music and the way they performed, and they were so beautiful with their leather jackets. Their humour was so amazing.”
