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Marilyn Manson in 2007
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| Author | Sarah Gilber | |
| Date | May 22, 2020 | |
| Source | The Guardian | |
- The London-based photographer Perou has been photographing Marilyn Manson for more than 20 years, and a new book chronicles the highs and lows of their intimate relationship. Here he recalls some of their encounters. Marilyn Manson by Perou: 21 Years In Hell contains over 350 images, many previously unseen, and is published by Reel Art Press on 9 June
| This image from 1998 was from the first shoot I did with Manson –it was also the first time I met him – in Los Angeles, shooting a cover for Time Out magazine. Prior to this, I had been listening to Rock n Roll Nigger as loud as it would go, driving round London with the top off my 1982 Transam. He wasn’t what I was expecting; maybe I wasn’t what he was expecting. Something clicked, though, and it wasn’t just the shutter of my camera | 
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