This is one of those films that just seems like part of my mind..I spent years looking for a pair of white trousers like David Hemmings..This is all about image and perception,visual perception that is,and what better concept for a movie..The "story/plot" doesnt really add up to anything much ,but we get iconic image after iconic image...a twitchily beautiful Vanessa Redgarve, a sublimely beautiful David Hemmings...that car that park,with the wind in the trees,the Ricky Tic club (aka The 100 club,)Janet Street Porter dancing to The Yardbirds with Jeff Beck ,an obvious comment about Art ,and photography as Art and or journalism,the "Beat" society"Swinging London" and all that with Herbie Hancock music to finish.A great piece of movie art.