Word: royalities
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Back in London this winter, things have not been much better. Fast-moving Freelance Photographer Mauro Carraro, 23, who quit hunting crime shots 18 months ago to concentrate on the much more profitable ambushing of royals, finally got a picture of Andrew that was good enough for the Mirror's front page. Carraro hustles hard for his art and the $25,000 or so a year it brings him. During one brief period this winter he broke off the chase for Koo at the Queen's retreat at Sandringham and flew to Switzerland, where Koo was rumored to be skiing...
...Charles and Diana on their ski trip. But for Carraro and several dozen other English Continental photographers, the assignment paid off only in vast Alps of aggro (British slang for aggravation). The Princess of Wales by now had reached her choking point. She refused to play her role as royal photo model. After a week of confusion and rancor, the London tabs had little to show for their efforts except a few murmurs from Prince Charles ("Please darling, please darling"), some shots made immediately after he said, "Now I'm going to blow my nose for everyone to photograph...
...Kingston, Jamaica, a children's chorus a thousand strong was singing a Jamaican folk song that the Queen had requested. The occasion was a gala celebration of Jamaica's 21st birthday and of the arrival of the Queen on the first leg of her month-long royal gallivant...
...come-on-over-and-see-us-some-time. It will be her first foray to the brave new world of California, where for weeks the glitterati have been jockeying for gilded invitations. Yes, she is pleased to get out of dreary, drizzly London and into the sunshine, but the royal purpose remains the same: to strengthen ties among friends and show her subjects that the Crown is not merely an abstract symbol, but a kind, imperturbable and tireless Gal whose role is to serve rather than rule...
...monarchy is still magical to its citizens. In the square of Montego Bay, the Cage, a historic brick structure that once held slaves, was covered with cheering Jamaicans, some twirling dazzlingly bright umbrellas for protection from the midday sun. Her days were spent, as they always are on these royal progresses, in walking about, smiling, shaking hands (Elizabeth offers only a demure three fingers) and murmuring pleasantries to all. As Queen of Jamaica, she also addressed Parliament. The speech, composed by Foreign Office gnomes, was hardly great oratory, but it was met with an awkward silence only be cause...