“There was one time when I saw him being made up for a Russell Harty show in January 1973 and I remember looking at his reflection in the mirror and thinking, this is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I don’t remember him being camp at any time but he was beautiful. It comes from the bone structure, I think. It was beauty as opposed to handsomeness.”
-Ken Scott on David Bowie 

The actress Audrey Hepburn photographed by Terry O’Neill at the Studios de la Victorine, on Avenue Édouard Grinda, in Nice, the capital of the Alpes-Maritimes département, in the Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur (France), during a clothing selection for the wardrobe of her character Joanna Wallace in “Two for the Road”, in May 1966.

Audrey was wearing:

  • Dress (for tennis): Ken Scott (shirt style, of white twill cotton, at the waist a sash in the same tissue, created specially for the wardrobe of her character Joanna Wallace).
  • Hat: Foale and Tuffin (of twill cotton, of the collection for the Spring/Summer of 1966).
  • Sunglasses: Oliver Goldsmith (created specially for her in 1956. The same that she wore in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”).

George, oh George. He was one of the nicest and most certainly one of the funniest people I have met in this business. He had his moments, we all do, but to portray him as sour or negative or untalented as some have is so far from anything that I ever saw during my time with him, both with The Beatles and afterwards. The other Beatles were funny, but I have to say that he most certainly was the funniest. He was the one who told George (Martin) that he didn’t like his tie, and it just continued from there.

I think that George grew tired of the fame and adulation faster than the others. He was always kind and polite to people, but did his best to downplay who he was as much as possible. An example of this came one day when he and I stopped off to get a bite to eat during the installation of his studio at his Friar Park estate. A woman came up to him at the table and started with ‘You’re him, aren’t you?’ ‘I’m who?’ George replied. ‘Him!’ she said. ‘Who’s him?’ George countered. ‘You are. You’re him.’

Time plays tricks with regard to how long an actual event goes on, but it seemed to me that this continued for ages and not once did George back down. It became quite obvious that she recognised the face but couldn’t put a name to it, but Mr. H. sure as hell wasn’t going to help her.

I liked how he started to deal with that type of situation later in life. When someone would come up to him and say, ‘Aren’t you George Harrison?’ he would come back with ‘You know, I’ve been told I look like him by other people but I don’t see it. I think I’m much better looking, don’t you?’ Very rarely did anyone pursue it further.

—  Ken Scott on George Harrison, Abbey Road to Ziggy Stardust