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There’s one picture of Lee Miller that you don’t forget. The famed war photographer sits in a bathtub, soaping her shoulder, an air of rugged glamour about her. Beside her on the mat is a pair of dirty boots – to the left is a portrait of Adolf Hitler. It is 30 April 1945, the day that the Fuhrer killed himself in his bunker in Berlin, and Miller, her boots thick with the mud of Dachau, is bathing in his abandoned apartment in Munich. Until this moment, she has been travelling night and day in her capacity as war correspondent for Vogue, capturing images of the atrocities of war. She hadn’t taken her clothes off for three weeks.
