Some time ago I got an email asking about processing a found family film. The film arrived, postmarked “London” with no return address of any sort.
The original email disappeared like so many digital things do and will continue to do. I have no way of contacting the sender.
– Verichrome Pan –





Mum, most likely.
Mum looks to be a Rocker. Shades of Dusty Springfield or Cilla Black.
I hope the guy from London sees these lost photos.

I’ll bet she liked Paul the most.

Dad, I’ll bet. Dad would be about 100 today.
In 1963, England was a cool place to be if you liked rock music.
The “British Invasion” turned the world on its musical and philosophical head.
Dad looks like a Mod to me.