http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/arti...uiet-time.html
Hope this is not a repost - interesting color pics of Hitler's apts.
That's an office to strive for!
Looks like a room from Wolfenstein3D.
look at the pic of Hitler drinking tea, it says its from the late 30's. He aged alot during those war years, no wonder theres lots of theorys of various illnesses (Parkinsons is one).
Or it's BS and Life had them for 50 years, publishing/selling them little by little.
The picture of the office I'm perfectly sure to have seen it before years ago.
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(just by typing "Hitler's office" in google I found it four different times, 4 files for the same photo already, and all older. One in a WWII photo forum in 2006, one in a article about a game in 2007, two as a scan of old press/magazine, one time published in black and white, one time in color. The post treatment and the crop varies but it's always the same photo).
Some might never have been published but they're certainly not newly discovered as the title tend to let on.
Last edited by Bidoul33t; 01-25-2012 at 02:56 PM. Reason: adding stuff
this particular photo maybe. Anyway, they dug out 2 or 3 photos of hitler's furniture. not enough to break a story, so they mix up some known pictures inbetween and then release it on a slow news day, because anythyng about hitler sells a boatload of newspapers in Britain, as we all know since 1936...![]()
Lots of room for a model railway.
It's good to be the king...
apparently Hitler kept many places of residence, those in the photos were the lavish ones, but part of Hitler's lifestyle according to Speer, Hitler was an ascetic in the mid to late 1930s. Here is Albert Speer's description of Hitler's Munich apartment, which I thought was interesting as it is seen by a man schooled in architecture and therefore had an eye for detail:
from Spandau, the Secret Diaries by A. SpeerIn the summer of 1936 Bruckner transmitted Hitler’s request that I come to his Prinzregentenstrasse apartment in Munich next day. The apartment was (similar to) that of a private individual of medium income, a secondary school principal say, or the head of a savings bank branch, or a small businessman. The décor was petty bourgeois: a lot of imposing oak furniture, glass-doored bookcases, cushions embroidered with saccharine sentiments or brash Party slogans. In the corner of one room stood a bust of Richard Wagner; on the walls, in wide gold frames, hung romantic paintings of the Munich school. Nothing suggested that the tenant of this apartment had been chancellor of the German Reich for three years. A smell of cooking oil and leftovers wafted from the kitchen. Hitler was in the habit of exercising every morning in his bedroom before an open window. He had once told me that for a long time he made himself work with an expander every day. When my face revealed my astonishment, he actually showed me an ad from the magazine Jugend promising that the use of this device would develop the biceps. One reason the expander was important to him, he went on to say, was that during march-pasts of the SA and SS he often had to hold his arm outstretched for hours at a time, without letting it quiver, let alone resting it. Thanks to his years of training, he said, none of his subordinates could match him in endurance.
Around two o’clock Hitler emerged in uniform. Only his servant, Krause, was with him. I had brought along some new designs, but to my surprise he greeted me with the news that we were going to drive to Augsberg. “I want to take a look at the theater with you.” Then he turned to Bruckner and asked whether the Gauletier had been sufficiently alerted to the fact that he wanted a quiet reception – no crowds, and corner tables to be reserved for coffee in the lobby of the Hotel Drei Mohren.
In Augsberg….Hitler turned and preceded us through the foyer to the stairwell…..In the auditorium Hitler went into raptures over the rich neo-baroque architecture of the galleries and boxes. For almost half an hour he hurried us down the rows of seats, up corridors, into stairwells, backstage, to show us every prospective, every detail, every ornament. Obviously he was enjoying showing off their own theater to the Augsburgers.
Written in Feb. 1948 by Albert Speer