Morrison Hotel Gallery hosted the opening of Pattie Boyd’s photographs Saturday night, where the still-stunning Boyd chatted effusively with guests and old friends (although no Ringo appearance as rumored.) The exhibit focuses on Boyd’s beginning work, giving a remarkable view into a private world that only a Beatle wife – and later, Eric Clapton’s – could have. In one shot, a dreamy eyed, shirtless George gazes into the camera, sunglasses at his side, in a bedside afterglow that only she could have captured. In India, Paul, George, and John laze about chatting, either oblivious to (or so comfortable with) her lens that the division between photographer and subject disappears. Oddly, the Clapton shots – while better, technique-wise, (or so Elise says, being the photographer here) – lack the palpable charisma found in the other photos. Or maybe I’m biased after reading Boyd’s bio. more ›

Because George Harrison was my favorite Beatle, I devoured Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton, and Me, a memoir by his first wife Pattie Boyd (of whom I confess I was, in my Beatle phase, horribly jealous) within days of its publication last year. Since recovering from her marriages, Pattie has become known as a photographer. This Sunday from 12 to 5 p.m., a show of her photographs opens at the Morrison Hotel Gallery on Sunset Boulevard. She will read from Wonderful Tonight this evening at 7 p.m. at Book Soup. more ›