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...girl: 5 ft. 3 in., 161 Ibs., with measurements of 45-39-43. But never mind. Fan letters have been pouring into Fuji's Düsseldorf office at the rate of 20 a day asking for reprints of the ad, which shows Gerd on an Ibiza beach over the caption, "Take a picture of your sunshine in the sunshine." A German air force squadron at Sobernheim has requested 30 blowups, and Fuji's ad agency has printed 10,000 posters, which it is selling for $3.11 apiece. A record company has asked Gerd to make...
...late 1962 that Irving and Fay took off for the Balearic island of Ibiza, which Lipton calls "the Foreign Legion of the pseudointellectual literary jet set." Irving had lived there off and on during the '50s. Now he made his home there in an exotically primitive colony of artists and writers and international posers. Fay soon drifted away; they were divorced in 1965. In 1967 he married Edith, a German-born abstract painter who had fled to Ibiza after her divorce from a businessman in Wuppertal, Germany. Edith and Clifford had two sons, Ned and Barnaby...
...Edith settled into what he describes as "a simple life that gives you a sense of your own awareness." Yet, in his late 30s, he had failed to produce the Big Novel. One inspiration that Ibiza did give him, of course, was Elmyr de Hory, the elegantly elfin and occasionally bitchy art forger who was the subject of Irving's best-known book, Fake! Even though its reviews were good, Fake! sold fewer than 30,000 copies...
...evening. Place: the apartment of Writer Jim Sherwood and his German wife Valdi, friends of Clifford and Edith Irving, in Manhattan's Chelsea Hotel. Cast: the Irvings, the Sherwoods, and others in the Irving entourage, including Hyde Part-now, a self-described "Russian Jewish poet from Montparnasse and Ibiza," and Lester Waldman, a nomadic photographer expelled from Ibiza by the Spanish police. Also present: TIME Correspondent Bill Marmon...
...This whole thing is like a storm in Ibiza," she says. "Furious, but then it passes away completely. No one has been hurt. This is not an important story, and it hasn't changed me or my world. This is nothing to me. It's too surreal." Cliff enters, unshaven, almost haggard, in red turtleneck and bedroom slippers. He is not supposed to be there because of the presence of a reporter, but boredom has overcome his promise to his lawyer. Also, the TV set in his room downstairs is broken, and it is time for the late...