My friend Lydia, who is very clever with computers, has very kindly been giving all my old photo albums a digital make-over by transferring them onto CD. She came across this one of my great great grandfather, Macintosh Curtain-Pond. Muse to two generations, his splendid patina is testament to a life spent flaunting himself and a bit of a Winsor & Newton habit, as you can see above.
I'm really pleased she found it as this is the only known photo of the great man himself. The black sheep of the family, Macintosh fled his Scottish roots by following group of touring artists to Berlin in the early 1920's. He spent the remainder of his life there, being disaffected, lounging in George Grosz's studio and rubbing his tiny shoulders with Otto Dix.
I never knew him, but I think I must have got my wild streak and love of night life from him. I grew up hearing stories of his adventures and notorious Scottish dancing, which he paraded all over Berlin. Here he is, striking a pose, mid-fling!
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