The Shrimp's dad threatened to shoot me... then I married Deneuve for a ten-bob bet! DAVID BAILEY'S rollicking memoir tells roguish tales as vivid as his era-defining photos
My first glimpse of Jean Shrimpton was when I poked my head round the door of my mate Brian Duffy's photographic studio. She'd been sent by a model agency and was posing for a Kellogg's ad. Duffy was using a sky-blue background, and you could see the sky behind her eyes, as if you could see through her head. I just fell in love with her eyes — the first thing I noticed — and said: 'Who's that girl?' Duffy said: 'Forget it, Bailey, she's too posh for you.' My first glimpse of Jean Shrimpton was when I poked my head round the door of my mate Brian Duffy's photographic studio. She'd been sent by a model agency and was posing for a Kellogg's ad I think we fell in love with each other straight away, although I was an odd choice for Jean. She'd been used to people who drove MGs and were called Ponsonby or something, and suddenly she'd met this East End bloke with a Morgan who couldn't even spell Ponsonby. Her father was a very succe