I didn’t publish this story until Tiffany herself happened to notice the incredible resemblence… had she not said anything, I’d never have published these photos, but she did, so I will.
A very large number of folks commented to me about that posting a few weeks ago. They were clearly confused by this obviously vintage photo of Tiffany Woodbury at the top of this blog, but it isn’t.
It’s in fact a vintage photo of my live-in girlfriend Tiffany Miller, taken in 1964. We were in our friends’ commercial kitchen at Nicola Twins Market. Les and Mike and Mike Jr. were longtime family friends. We called them “the Lebanese Butchers” and I met Danny Thomas and his daughter here. Tiff is wearing one of Jon’s originals!!!
I took these on our 1930s porch on Edgecliffe in Sunset Silverlake District of Los Angeles. We lived in a very luxurious and beautiful home designed by architect William Wrigley. The roof was curved and very expensive to repair, but worth every penny. The floors were polished hardwood, and all the fixtures were original with the house. We used to shop at the Wholesale Antique Mart — we had a resale license, of course, because Tiffany was a decorator and interior designer by trade, executive by demeanor, and a model by choice.
This was published as a cover for some magazine, I forget which. I did thousands of photos of Tiff at Modernage Studios, and many of them were published. We made a nice side-living from the sale of the photos. This particular hat can be seen in a lot of my large-format color shots. I used a 4×5 back on an 8×10 view camera. I’ve published the specs on this amazing very vintage custom camera, but suffice it to say that it had a complete complement of Schneider Componon lenses.
That’s our garden cottage on the left of the photo; we’ve moved to Glendale in this five-acre stunning ranch-style home. This birdbath was the inspiration for our first Garden Altar, which is where we had a Druid Ceremony the following day, on the Equinox.
Don’t ask about the checked pant-suit. It wasn’t her idea or mine; the light was right, and it never lasts, so we ran for the door, and the checkered suit was the first thing she grabbed to throw on.
Yep, the same damn checkered pant-suit, but this time it works. We got $125 for this shot, taken at my friend Sharon Tate’s home at 10050 Cielo Drive, where my friend Terry Melcher had also lived until Sharon moved in. I have a set of photos of Terry which I’ve sent to his mother, Doris Day.
This shot won over Talent Associates’ Mary Dodge, and it set up a great ad account for my boss, Vance Johnson of the legendary Vance Johnson Advertising Agency in Hollywood, California.
At last we found peace, solitude and harmony with nature, not far from the rushing swell of traffic along Hollywood Boulevard, here in the heart of Beverly Hills, not far from Jack Benny’s home. We were both making enough money to be able to complain about the taxes, and this home made it possible to host some incredible celebrity parties.
The dress was one of her sister Jon Miller’s creations, and the fabric and cut were amazing. With Jon’s fashions, it was all about drape. Everything was cut on the bias, french seamed and tasteful beyond compare, and that matched her sister Tiff’s tastes exactly.
Romping about in our little Los Feliz Boulevard antique shop in 1966 or 67 in our long-johns, I think. The boxes nailed to the wall were places where I wanted shelving or stands built or lighting inserts to be placed.
The lighting at the time of the photo was one long-suffering quite bare 100-watt bulb in the middle of the ceiling. I lost no time in mounting one of my cut-crystal pieces from our 6th street and Alvarado lighting shop, Elvish Industries, and soon had the ceiling raised by having the low roof re-engineered. Money went into the roof truss project like water over a dam, but when doesn’t it do that?
There are more photos, but they’re mostly lingerie and intimate shots that I don’t think are appropriate to publish in this little trip through the mysteries of reincarnation.
Coincidence?
Sure, if that’s what you need to believe. Just a wild, weird coincidence. Tiff Miller is gone now, has been gone since 1969, in a very unpredictable and crazy auto collision.
I tracked her through her Bardo as I would any Tulku. She is here and all she needs to take her rightful place in the Teaching Lineage is to awaken her past memories, where all her work skills are stored.
Memories of Past Lives come hard, and remembering is sometimes painful, sometimes joyful, but always a revelation that you’ve been around a long, long time, and been and done almost everything, yet here you are to tell the tale.
Chalk it up to coincidence. See how long you can live with that.
We all travel in a single Soul Group, a team of Essential Beings who work together in a single Work Project. We travel together and generally land within easy reach of one another. The POG is the thing. Pack of Green means we are able to move as an effective work-team. The Ashram is a reflection of that cooperation between your higher selves.
Whichever life you’re leading, Tiffany, you’re always the Best!!!
See You At The Top!!!
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