Jim’s classic, never-changing taste in clothing is no big secret, all you have to do is look at any shot of him -- whether taken when he’s 20 or 70. Boot-cut Levi’s or chinos, penny loafers or desert boots, corduroy jacket, and always, always, always a button-down dress shirt over a crew-neck t-shirt. It was pretty much a work-play uniform that he could go anywhere in, and did. I’m thinking about clothes and Jim because it’s time to announce he’s got a t-shirt line, courtesy of the folks at Medium Cool.
Today, Feb. 3, 2011, would have been Jim’s 75th birthday.
As I mentioned in my earlier post, Jim was amazingly sweet about some things, and remembering birthdays was toward the top of that list. I remember he would make a big deal about mine and then get rather morose around his own; I chalked it up to the age difference and the struggles to get his career back on track.
Back then, at 48 I know he felt the best was behind him, that he had blown it and couldn’t imagine making it to 50, let alone 74. I don’t think it made sense to him that, even after all of his wild times and debauchery, he was still in such great shape while Duane Allman, Jimi, Janis and a host of others were long gone.
I met Jim Marshall in March of 1984. I was a journalism student at SF State in need of a last-minute subject for a “Whatever Happened to…” profile in John Burks’ advanced magazine writing course. I was 19 and, basically, clueless about a lot of things. Like, who the hell was Jim Marshall?
Another j-school student who knew of Jim’s work and his “dark side,” suggested Jim as a subject after I had my first interviewee fall through; I wish I could remember that guy’s name (Steve? Dave? John?) … anyway, he changed my life.
Welcome to the official blog of Jim Marshall Photography LLC. My name is Michelle Margetts and I’ll be serving as lead writer and editor of this conversation, pulling from my 25-year relationship with Jim and Amelia Davis’ encyclopedic knowledge of him and his body of work and, we hope, your stories, anecdotes and ideas, as well. Jim was without a doubt one of the biggest technophobes I have ever met. He loved beautifully constructed, elegant MACHINES. He always used to love to say (in a very bad Colonel Klink-type accent): “Za Germahns make za best cahz, guns und camerahs in za vorld.” Mercedes, Walther PPK, Leica … you know, that sort of thing.