Kenwood

More from Bravo: Tittenhurst shortly after John & Yoko moved in. Above, the front door (later famously featured in the Imagine promo), ...

Ah yes. Kenwood. The ostensible subject of this blog. Remember, anybody? Anybody? Anybody? A splendid shot of Les Anthony, Lennon chauffeu...

Kenny Everett's contemporary account of the fabled housewarming/Pepper launch party at Kingsley Hill is laced with fascinating detail, ...

From the pages of Cheetah magazine, January 1968. Degs is held in high regard round these parts, and it's always great to see some ...

19th May, 1967: 24 Chapel Street. The evening party for Pepper chez Eppy was a two-part affair - first, assorted photographers were given...

¿Qué pasaba New York? In the good old 1970s, the Record Plant East at 321 West 44th Street was what was happening; it was John's stud...

The Hard Rock Cafe has (or should that be have?) put up the complete unedited tapes of the December 2nd 1968 interview done at Kenwood, tog...

A word to the wise: though these date from early '64, and are therefore more likely to have some authentic Fabs input, fan mags were ...

Hey Dullblog-ite Michael Gerber recently expressed the desire that someone dig a little deeper into John's NYC, getting beyond the quot...

Back to that "French seamstress"; regulahs will be bored to discover a name attached to these familiar photos, namely "Sim...

Pete Shotton picks a party chez Lionel Bart, held on 9 October 1965 and attended by all four Fabs, as the epitome o' Shwinging Shixt...

Around a month after John was killed, Yoko issued a statement which ran as a full page ad in various newspapers. I've seen it quoted be...

Ever wondered why all those around John are laughing? And in particular, ever further wondered why there is a gap in the row immediately ...

Gentle readah, the time has come, at long last, to turn our ugly faces to the innocent thangs of life (Are ye sure about this? - Adjecti...

Chosen, no doubt, for its chippy proximity, number 36 Falkner Street was Brian's paddy pad pad for his dillying, and, lest we forget, d...