Devilish Dali
In the boxes I recently opened were old copies of the Studio magazine for whom Dad was the features editor through the early 60’s. There were also pictures of Dad with none other than Salvador Dali at his house in Port Lligat, when Dad travelled to Catalonia to meet the giant of surrealism for a feature for the magazine. The photos were taken by Eugeno Llos Pages, a friend of Dad’s who had arranged the meeting with Dali. This was 1961. (A very good year, by the way, as that was when I made my first appearance on this planet.)
The story I always remember Dad telling me was that when they first met Dali sized him up and then announced that Dad was incredibly lucky as he had decided to speak in English for the duration of Dad’s visit. Presumably, if Dali hadn’t liked the cut of Dad’s gib then it would have been the Catalonian tongue and nothing else!
Dali has always fascinated me and I love reportage photos so when the opportunity comes along to buy something Dali then I will always do so. Hence this particular signed photo of Dali and a very unusual phone. Time to make that call!
