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hwp I remember that hot, wonderful summer...
when the teenage miracle
reached full bloom...
and everyone in England stopped
what they were doing...
to stare at what had happened.
The Soho nights were cool in the heat...
with light and music in the streets.
And we couldnt believe
that this was really coming to us at last.
Nobody knew exactly why.
But after so many dreary years
of bombs and blitz and slow rebuilding...
no sugar, no jam, nothing sweet anywhere...
with the whole English world
dressed in gray, it seemed, forever.
Suddenly life broke out
in warm colors again...
so young and beautiful that a lot of people
couldnt stand to look at it.
For the first time ever, kids were teenagers.
We had loot, however come by.
And loots for spending.
And where theres loot, trouble follows.
During my last teenage year,
I kept myself by taking photographs.
Naughty pictures for profit.
And solid street pictures for love.
So that when the blossom went off,
and the flower turned to plastic...
me and my friends
could remember how it looked.
Money for looks. Money for film.
But most of all, money for Suzette.
My beautiful Crepe Suzette.
Dont be late, Colin.
- What, no trousers, Ken?
- That"s fine with me.
Yeah, this is England. Go back home.
Come on. Is this enough?
All right. Fifty quid.
But that"s for two of you, right?
- Where to, girls?
- Mandy"s house.
You bitches, where are you going?
It was England all right,
but very un-English.
Every class, every income, every kink.
Boys, girls, black, white, yellow,
bent, versatile...
all on equal terms.
- Hey, Joe, we got us some fun!
- All right.
Let"s have a night on the town, baby.
What a big boy.
You naughty child.
Leave off.
Take it easy.
Bloody teenagers.
True, sometimes a knife came out.
But that was always between friends.
You behave yourself, youre all right here.
Its not in Soho where some sex maniac
leaps on your back and violates you.
Thats strictly
for the respectable neighborhoods.
All right then, come on,
l"ve got half an hour to kill.
Me and my pals are regulars down here.
Every night the same old young faces.
The Wizard.
Wiz, a real child of the pavements.
Baby face like a mask
over his -year-old soul.
A colored cat named Cool.
So cool for reasons too obvious to mention.
Fabulous Hoplite.
Our own low-rent Oscar Wilde...
and a very well-connected boy.
Dean Swift.
A sharp modern jazz creation.
Expensive habit.
No bread.
Big Jill.
Hiya, big boy. Give us a flash.
Chicks only for Big Jill.
But a boys best friend anyway.
Christ. Midnight.
Hey, Nobody.
Open up.
Just doesnt do to be late
for a girl like Suzette.
- Hi, doll.
- Hi, hon.
You nearly lost me there.
Cool, honey.
Hold this.
Mods!
Yum-yum. Crepe Suzette.
Nice enough to eat.
Careful, Wizard.
Dorita, can I walk you home?
The streets have eyes, Cool.
And my mom and dad would kill me.
Why roll the dice, if you didn"t want to bet?
It"s one thing in there,
but it"s different out here.
- L"ve gotta go.
- Taxi!
Come on, Suze.
Come on, it"s not that late.
Your place or mine?
Some of us have to work for a living.
I have to be at Henley"s show
tomorrow morning.
Why do you work for that creep, hon?
He"s just using you.
You could take your designs anywhere.
l"m using him, too.
I may even get to Paris this year.
- Paris, France?
- Colin.
He could help you, too, if you"d let him.
You could take pictures of my designs.
We"d work together.
I told you, l"m not taking pics
of high-class tarts wearing your silly hats.
And certainly not Henley"s glad rags.
Sorry, I forgot. You"re taking all those pics
for your exhibition.
Right!
The one you"re having
in your wildest dreams.
Taxi.
- Hold it! Taxi!
- Go on, get out of here.
You should be at school
in a few hours time, you ratty little sod.
Take me there. Let me in.
Come on, let me in.
Look, I found another client for you.
Harold Charms, the pop mogul?
He could easily find
his own dirty postcards.
You"ll do it.
You"re down to your last pair of mock crocs.
And you promised to take me to dinner
tomorrow night.
- Money isn"t everything.
- I know.
It"ll do until everything comes along.
Help! Somebody!
Stop! Please, stop!
They"ve got knives!
Don"t get involved, Colin.
Let"s get out of here.
Taxi.
Over here.
I need my beauty sleep.
Bayswater.
Last chance, Colin.
See you after the show tomorrow, all right?
And don"t be late.
Last chance.
She means business, all right.
I couldnt even afford a down payment.
Anyway, you dont get
a girl like Suzette on the never-never.
Its not that
Ive got anything against money.
Its just what you have to do to get it.
Still, theres always tomorrow.
At least theres other Casanovas
in the same boat.
