Over the gate...

Designed in 1913 by Victorian/Edwardian/other architect Theophilus A Allen; John Lennon's house between 1964 and 1968; sunroom, attic and prisco stripe hibernice; Mellotron and caravan; Babidji and Mimi; mortar and pestle; Wubbleyoo Dubbleyoo; curios and curiosity; remnants and residue; testimonials and traces; (Cavendish Avenue, Sunny Heights and Kinfauns); Montagu Square; mock Tudor: Brown House: *KENWOOD*.

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Wednesday, 1 July 2009

Kenwood: sunroom end.

A rather splendid Joe Baiardi comped image of Kenwood - click on it for the big picture. It's also worth comparing this image with the 1967 shot HERE - the best illustration thus far of the amount of renovation which that portion of the house has undergone. What's also rather splendid is that John's "perch" sits there still, unchanged all these years later, as if awaiting a certain eccentrically attired nabob. Those who knew John at Kenwood, particularly latterly, all said that they felt he was drifting away from them during this period. He often went days without speaking, but if the weather was at all mild, the sunroom doors would open and out he'd come to ensconce himself on the spot shown in these photos, looking down the hill over his magnificent patch...sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun, indeed. Goo goo g'joob, moreover. And letting one's knickers down goes without saying.

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