There's a great interview with Linder in this French magazine (in English).
Several Morrissey mentions including:
I met Morrissey when he was sixteen, I saw him play in Paris this week and I said, “Do you realize it’s been forty-seven years since we’ve known each other?” We’re just laughing! We were like two old people, forty-seven years of having the same conversations about death and dying.
Anyway, the whole thing is worth reading!
Other excerpts:
And you also worked as a photographer for a while? You took a lot of pictures of Morrissey early on in his career?
Yes, because I went on his world tours, which was crazy. When I was doing graphic design as a young woman in Manchester, I had a camera and my intention was to be a photographer. I wanted to be Diane Arbus and go into weird places and photograph them. But then one night, on my way home from a The Damned concert I was horribly attacked by a man with a knife. And he took my cameras away, I didn’t care – I was bargaining with him! And he was arrested months later. He’d raped about seven different women. So I was really lucky that he did then run off with them rather than raping me with a knife in my throat. So then I felt very superstitious about taking photographs. I didn’t take photographs again for twenty years. I didn’t want to look at a camera, I didn’t want to think about a camera. But then my son was born in 1990 and I remember thinking, “I’m going to get a camera again because I want to photograph my son.” It was like taking that back. Morrissey started his world tours at the same time. My son was barely a year old so I would be rushing to Japan for three days, then Los Angeles for four days. Suddenly in photographing the birth of my son, I also began photographing the rebirth of a post-Smiths Morrissey. I was just taking thousands of photographs and suddenly I really loved the camera. I really loved taking photographs again.
Have you kept all the photographs?
Oh my God yes! That’s actually one of the tasks I have to do is to archive all the Morrissey negatives. Every now and again he asks me to take a look at them and he wants to make some posters. Hopefully one day another book will happen, or an exhibition. It was so intimate because I’m a friend, so I was allowed everywhere all the time because obviously I wouldn’t do anything inappropriate. And it was just a crazy time, it would just be me and Morrissey in this old car trying to get past all the screaming fans. It was a very crazy time, but such a glorious time. But my son was so tiny, and so I was balancing motherhood with documenting my friend’s concert.
Several Morrissey mentions including:
I met Morrissey when he was sixteen, I saw him play in Paris this week and I said, “Do you realize it’s been forty-seven years since we’ve known each other?” We’re just laughing! We were like two old people, forty-seven years of having the same conversations about death and dying.
Anyway, the whole thing is worth reading!
Other excerpts:
And you also worked as a photographer for a while? You took a lot of pictures of Morrissey early on in his career?
Yes, because I went on his world tours, which was crazy. When I was doing graphic design as a young woman in Manchester, I had a camera and my intention was to be a photographer. I wanted to be Diane Arbus and go into weird places and photograph them. But then one night, on my way home from a The Damned concert I was horribly attacked by a man with a knife. And he took my cameras away, I didn’t care – I was bargaining with him! And he was arrested months later. He’d raped about seven different women. So I was really lucky that he did then run off with them rather than raping me with a knife in my throat. So then I felt very superstitious about taking photographs. I didn’t take photographs again for twenty years. I didn’t want to look at a camera, I didn’t want to think about a camera. But then my son was born in 1990 and I remember thinking, “I’m going to get a camera again because I want to photograph my son.” It was like taking that back. Morrissey started his world tours at the same time. My son was barely a year old so I would be rushing to Japan for three days, then Los Angeles for four days. Suddenly in photographing the birth of my son, I also began photographing the rebirth of a post-Smiths Morrissey. I was just taking thousands of photographs and suddenly I really loved the camera. I really loved taking photographs again.
Have you kept all the photographs?
Oh my God yes! That’s actually one of the tasks I have to do is to archive all the Morrissey negatives. Every now and again he asks me to take a look at them and he wants to make some posters. Hopefully one day another book will happen, or an exhibition. It was so intimate because I’m a friend, so I was allowed everywhere all the time because obviously I wouldn’t do anything inappropriate. And it was just a crazy time, it would just be me and Morrissey in this old car trying to get past all the screaming fans. It was a very crazy time, but such a glorious time. But my son was so tiny, and so I was balancing motherhood with documenting my friend’s concert.
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