my dad's a brit so my epic love for the fab four (along with all things monty python and those chocolate oranges i get in my stocking every christmas) is practically genetic. he had all their albums on vinyl and i would hang out in his little art studio in the garage for hours, listening to that crackly goodness on his ancient record player.
thanks to my fave aussie mag frankie, i now know that it was 52 years ago today that the universe aligned and a 16-year-old john met a 15-year-old paul for the very first time at a party in liverpool. can you imagine what the world would be like if that hadn't happened? bloody awful.
i'm pretty partial to their maharishi-madness era (obvz), but these photos of the early years are are so cute i couldn't resist. and speaking of those amazing brits, r.i.p. mrs. slocombe.