by Sverre Helgesen
I knew Maggie Nolan back in 1960, when she was 16. She was just starting out in the modelling business, doing some 'glamour' work for Harrison Marks, who I sometimes posed for when he wanted a double act. I was 14, but a big guy for my age, rugby player. Maggie and I posed for Marks and a guy called Dr. Stephen Ward, at Ward's home one Saturday morning. They usually got drunk and competed with each other as to who the best photographer! Maggie wasn't my first Marks girl, ahem, but the best. Maggie and I liked each other from the first second. But we never met again until she was engaged to this idiot Kempinski, a spoiled rich kid trying to be a playwright. Maggie had been used and abused and just wanted out of it, using Kempinski to do that. The guy was known to the gay theatrical community, so the marriage didn't last, but long enough for her to get out of the hardcore scene, get a career in real film and support herself. If only I had been older and working..... Lovely girl. I can only hope she found happiness.
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