Looking at it again now this is where it falls apart for me. A woman luring a man to a spot in a quiet London park where someone is hiding in the bushes with a gun to shoot him?, then the body being left there overnight - which our photographer sees when he visits, though it is gone the next morning .... how does she know who the photographer is and where he lives - as she turns up just at he arrives back at his studio - this was the pre-internet world when people did not have information at their fingertips (that two way radio system he has in his car is soooo antiquated now!), plus when they come back and raid his studio while he is out they take all the prints so they know he has discovered their plot.
Then the sequence in the club where the zombie-like audience watch cult band The Yardbirds make out like The Who as Jeff Beck wrecks his guitar, its all cringe-making, as is that druggy party Thomas moves on to, in search of his agent who is out of it, as of course is model Verushka (who is in Paris), as we have Thomas waking up alone in that house.
It is another Antonioni bleak dawn (as in L'AVVENTURA and LA NOTTE) as he goes back to the park and those annoying students arrive for that game of tennis .... so one can pick lots of holes in the narrative, but once those leaves start rustling in the park it all does not matter, its the mood it creates (as in the recent Woody Allen BLUE JASMINE, the plot there is full of holes too). Thomas's studio where he entertains Jane is still a very cool space, and those scenes around Chelsea and Kings Road and that restaurant are so nostalgic, as I lived there (18 Draycott Place) in the early '70s.
Amusing too to see the advert for the general release about that time of an dubbed into English version of the hit A MAN AND A WOMAN, in a double bill with Tony Richardson's little seen THE SAILOR FROM GIBRALTAR. How did I miss that double bill ! I never got to see the Richardson until recently but loved the French version of UN HOMME ET UNE FEMME ... strange indeed were the release patterns of movies back in the Swinging Decade! That would have been an arty evening for suburban sophisticates at their local Odeon, let alone the latest Antonioni at their ABC !