Interestingly, Eva was actually quite clever in terms of photography. While she was employed as a shop clerk, she studied the photographers’ work and learned how to develop pictures on her own. That may seem like a minor skill, but I once took a photography course in high school and oh my God it was hard. You have to remember how to do ten different processes in a room lit only by red lights. A hell room, basically.
I think this is pretty fine evidence that Eva wasn’t just a dumb blonde.
The shop owner knew that Hitler, his client, whose pictures dotted the windows, had a fondness for pretty young girls. When Hitler first met Eva in 1929, she was on a ladder arranging items on the shelves. Her boss introduced them, though he originally introduced Hitler as “Mr. Wolff.” I am pretty sure this is because crazy men love going by secret aliases. I think it makes them feel like superheros.
Eva did not recognize him, and greeted him as “Mr. Wolff.”
How? How was that possible? She saw his photo first thing every morning.
I understand that celebrities are sometimes shorter in person or whatever, but it was Hitler. He was kind of distinctive.
I know I decided Eva couldn’t be dumb because she single-handedly taught herself photography, but I do think she might have suffered from facial-blindness.
When her boss explained it was Hitler, she said “Him? I don’t know anything about the famous Hitler.”
Dude. HIS PHOTO WAS IN ALL THE WINDOWS.
You know, maybe she wasn’t that bright after all.