The unlikely story of the very first Photoshop image

Shawn Knight

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Roughly 27 years ago, John Knoll snapped a photograph of his then-girlfriend Jennifer sitting topless on a beach in Bora Bora. The couple, both working for Lucasfilm’s Industrial Light & Magic special-effects company at the time, were on vacation following grueling 70-hour work weeks to complete the film Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

A photo such as this would likely end up in an old album under virtually every other circumstance but such a fate wasn’t meant to be for this image. Instead, it ended up being the early face of a small image editing tool called Photoshop. Perhaps you’ve heard of it?

As the story goes, Knoll encountered a piece of equipment called the Pixar Image Computer not long after his vacation. The device was able to take an image from film, turn it into a digital image for manipulation then reinsert it back onto the film – or in other words, it was a digital imaging editor.

He was fascinated with the machine but at a cost of hundreds of thousands of dollars and the fact that it required a specially trained operator to use, it wasn’t exactly practical to use. Yet when Knoll went to visit his brother Thomas at the University of Michigan, he discovered he was working on a similar piece of software for the Macintosh Plus.

Kroll pushed his brother to develop the software further and soon enough, they had something that could potentially be sold. One of the issues they ran into, however, was a lack of digital images to use for demonstration purposes. So while at Apple’s Advanced Technology Group lab, Knoll scanned in a 4x6-inch print of the photo he took in Bora Bora.

The image famously came to be known as Jennifer in Paradise. Looking back, Kroll said the picture proved to be a good candidate for demonstrations as there were a bunch of things that could be done with it.

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Is the author of this article drunk? The article just abruptly stops, and the author changed the name of the subject from Knoll to Kroll mid-way.
 
Of course everyone wants to see the picture at a different angle XD
Would you like me to PM you a few links? I can't guarantee you the same girl (*), but I can guarantee the angle you seek, pornhopper.;)*

(*)Besides, she'd be in her late 40's or early 50's by now.

OTOH, perhaps the picture was taken from the back, for good reason.

@Shawn Knight You didn't finish the "Access Hollywood" side of the story. Are they still together? Did the ever marry? If they did, was there an ugly divorce? If there was an ugly divirce, who got the kids? Who got the dog?

Perspiring minds want to know.:confused:
 
Would you like me to PM you a few links? I can't guarantee you the same girl (*), but I can guarantee the angle you seek, pornhopper.;)*

(*)Besides, she'd be in her late 40's or early 50's by now.

OTOH, perhaps the picture was taken from the back, for good reason.

@Shawn Knight You didn't finish the "Access Hollywood" side of the story. Are they still together? Did the ever marry? If they did, was there an ugly divorce? If there was an ugly divirce, who got the kids? Who got the dog?

Perspiring minds want to know.:confused:

lolz naw I've been done with porn for a long time now, but I still like to be silly
 
Guys, the story does not "abruptly end." If you pull up the layers pane and adjust the opacity for 'Rest of Story' (Layer 3 in some instances), you should be able to read the whole piece. Why the author decided to hide that layer is anybody's guess.
 
'Unlikely Story'.... unlikely we are going to be told the end of it.
Could you be placated by a similar but different story drawn from my own feckless youth?

There she was, sauntering down Baltimore Pike in Clifton Heights, on the opposite side of the 4 lane. Resplendent in skin tight hipster jeans, tight midriff blouse, and waist length blonde hair wafting in the gentle summer breezes. I gazed longingly in her direction, while whispering a non-denominational prayer against my possible disappointment, should she "grace" me with her countenance. "Don't turn around darling, I want to remember you just the way you are". Fate intervened, and she glanced in my direction. My lust and prurient interest faded in her single horrific glance. I feel quite blessed and lucky to this day, having eluded, (only barely), being turned to stone.(*)

To this day though, I carry two paper bags at the ready, should our paths ever cross in the future. And as long as she hasn't gained too much weight, I'm not as prideful as I was in my younger days.

Perhaps her name was Jennifer too, I'll likely never know.

(*) Or perhaps I was already stoned, that part is never quite clear.:confused:
 
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Sad reality check: Jennifer is now almost 30 years older, probably in her 50s. I get the same sad feeling when viewing Playboys, TV shows, and movies from the 80s.
(sad face, sad face, crying face, sad face)
 
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