max herrmann


Remember when I said I hit the Lost Boys motherland on eBay?  Here it is.  When all was said and done I ended up with 47 different press photos and a total of 831 copies of the images.  Of the 47 I was able to add 38 of them to my collection (this is including images I may already have but in different variations).

The lot is in fantastic condition, the images are great quality (for the time) and all of the copies are studio originals (meaning all 831 prints are studio-issued copies from 1986/1987 for original distribution to media outlets, not reprints from a home printer or something printed at a drug store).  Because me and my money are tight, before I even started negotiating on this set I did the math.  The individual images in my collection now average around $13 to $15 each that I acquired over time.  Apply even the low amount to the 38 I didn’t have and watch your eyes big out.  I paid half of that for this entire lot.  No way I could pass it up.

And remember how I said it was something I was going to share?  Well, with 831 copies they have to go somewhere!  I do plan on selling some on eBay but I would like to give some away here too.  I just need to work out the logistics of that before I move forward.

This was my first attempt at picspam so it’s not the greatest but it was the easiest way to get all of the photos into one post.  I had to crop them down a little to fit but I’ll get the full scans up on Hotel Twilight soon enough.  The scans themselves are a little lighter than the images but I chalk that up to me having set the scan at 200 dpi.  It’s time for me to take a break from eBay after this.  Buying, at least.


One of the rare moments where I genuinely felt sorry for Emily. She finally realised how far she had pushed her daughter away, and her wanting Richard to apologize showed how much it hurt her that it had gotten to that point.


Max Herrmann-Neiße „Dein Haar hat Lieder, die ich liebe"

Dein Haar Lieder, die ich liebe,

Dein Haar hat Lieder, die ich liebe,
und sanfte Abende am Meer -
O glückte mir die Welt! O bliebe
mein Tag nicht stets unselig leer!

So kann ich nichts, als matt verlegen
vertrösten oder wehe tun,
und von den wundersamsten Wegen
bleibt mir der Staub nur auf den Schuhn.

Und meine Träume sind wie Diebe,
und meine Freuden frieren sehr -
dein Haar hat Lieder, die ich liebe,
und sanfte Abende am Meer.

( Max Herrmann-Neiße )