When I met the Beatles, they were wearing these funny little leather jackets, which inspired me. I had a suit made for myself out of fine, good black leather. It looked different. I was using leather but putting a different… — Astrid Kirchherr Copy Share Image
For me, the music of the Beatles then was serious and very, very serious art. So I couldn't take a picture of John laughing his head off or pulling funny faces because he was a serious artist, even when he… — Astrid Kirchherr Copy Share Image
I have never met a man who I could still say, 'That is the love of my life.' Stuart is. I never met anybody… — Astrid Kirchherr Copy Share Image
The most important thing I gave the Beatles was my friendship. They trusted me: there was no fear in being photographed. — Astrid Kirchherr Copy Share Image
Well, the first time I met The Beatles was through my former boyfriend, Klaus Voormann, who saw them one night when he was wandering… — Astrid Kirchherr Copy Share Image
Well when you're young, you're just in love and every day is so new and so fresh and so beautiful. You just don't think… — Astrid Kirchherr Copy Share Image
When I met the Beatles, they were wearing these funny little leather jackets, which inspired me. I had a suit made for myself out… — Astrid Kirchherr Copy Share Image
You expressed yourself by looking different from other people. We even looked different from each other. But among the Exis, there was a close… — Astrid Kirchherr Copy Share Image
Our post-war generation were struggling to escape the past and the burden of guilt we carried and to find a new way. — Astrid Kirchherr Copy Share Image
Stuart was a very special person and he was miles ahead of everybody. You know as far as intelligent and artistic feelings are concerned,… — Astrid Kirchherr Copy Share Image
From the first time I saw them, I knew they weren't just five dirty little boys from Liverpool without an education. — Astrid Kirchherr Copy Share Image
I was wanting something new, and for me the Beatles were... outstanding. I was breathless, speechless. — Astrid Kirchherr Copy Share Image
