“Everyone talks about rock these days; the problem is they forget about the roll.”
Stylish men have always had a special relationship with beautiful cars.
Probably because, if you think about it, they’re kind of the perfect accessory. Big, shiny, powerful—a little automotive affirmation can go a long way to securing your position in the Court of Cool. (We’re sure the King would agree.) But it’s not only those men defined by their cars who drive cool ones. And we’ve got the photo evidence to prove it.
Here’s your last reminder that Sunday is Mother’s Day, gentlemen.
And to kick off the weekend of maternal appreciation right, we turn to some of our favorite style icons for some dapper inspiration on how to get into the spirit of filial gratitude…
This sort of shit never happens to us: 23 candid photos of the Rolling Stones on their 1965 American tour were recently discovered in an unmarked box at a Southern California estate sale.
As for our favorite of the bunch, it’s a toss-up between the above and this photo featuring a pensive 22-year-old Mick drinking a Bud Heavy in the foreground with a pensive, cummerbunded waiter reconsidering his career choice in the background. (Though it’s always a trip to see a youthful Keith still enveloped in unpunctured skin.)
We love a good belly photo.
It comes from an omnibus photo auction coming to Christies’ this Monday, and in the name of spreading the art around, we’ve pulled out some of the best of the bunch. That means Keith Richards, Mark Rothko and Horst P. Horst, along with some of best suits of the 1930s.
Cross-generational gifts are often the hardest to choose, but we’ve found the perfect one: Keith Richards’ Life.
It sounds unlikely, we know, but if you’ve got any grandparents with a deep interest in history and/or chemistry, they might get more out of it than you think. Here’s why:
We’ll have a bit more to say on Keith Richards’ new magnum opus once we’ve been through it a few more times, but in the meantime we thought we’d acknowledge the man as one of the leading style icons of rock ‘n’ roll.
Today marks the street date for the new reissue of the Stones’ Exile on Main Street, for our money the best blues-rock has to offer. The original album comes bundled with a slew of dropped tracks and other completist candy, but the big news is a handful of unfinished songs that the Glimmer Twins went back in the studio to finish up.
More importantly, they’re keeping the gloriously muddy mix intact. If you don’t have a copy of your own, now’s your chance to catch up.
As a celebration of Exile on Main Street’s upcoming re-release (further reading here), we thought we’d share this snap of Mr. Keith Richards in the Provençal bunker where the most infamous bits were recorded. The corresponding Mick pic is here.
The punk years were pretty rough, both economically and sartorially speaking, but there’s no doubting Debbie Harry was one of the highlights.
Add in a few older gents settling into wine-soaked adulthood—we’re looking at you, Bowie and Keef—and it’s a photoset we’re more willing to take a glance at. The photos are all courtesy of godfather of rock photography Bob Gruen (hat tip to Phazerblast), and there’s plenty to like.
Don’t be surprised if the jeans look familiar.
Actors and even a few writers can put up a fight, but rock stars will always be the coolest people in the room. The trick is getting a few snaps while they’re there.
The haul includes a surprisingly sartorial Mick and Keith, plenty of shaggy Beatle shots, and a rare shot of James Brown at work in front of a piano. As usual, they’re at their most stylish when you catch them at work.
Between Savile-obsessed trads and an older tribe still reliving the British Invasion, it’s easy to forget the younger generation of British designers, even when they’re churning out goods as impressive as anything you’ll find in New York. For example, our old friend Oliver Spencer.
Spencer’s Fall ’08 line has a lot to recommend it, but what caught our eye was the rough fabrics, long pirate-style peacoat, and his clever twists on the cardigan. Add in a little classic tailoring, and we’re pretty much sold. What else would you expect from Keith’s tailor?
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The other day when we said there were no challengers to Keith Richards’ reign atop sex, drugs and rock’n'roll royalty, it obviously triggered something – the appearance of a certified contender, David Johansen of the New York Dolls.
By now, you’d think someone else would have come along to usurp Keith Richards’ as the archetype of sex, drugs and rock & roll style. As a group, the geriatric juggernaut that is the Rolling Stones seems a bit comic with their never-ending world touring, but while the rest of the band looks like they’ve traded hookers and blow for Depends and Metamucil, Keef keeps rocking on.
He’s not carefully-maintained and certainly not well-preserved, but rather perfectly and stylishly weathered.
You don’t often hear the “core values” and “Keith Richards” in the same sentence. But we’re always open to new ideas.
Fresh off their Gorbachev campaign, Louis Vuitton has decided to side with another crumbling icon for their “core values” campaign. Other than embodying a kind of boho shabby-chic, we doubt anyone would have chosen Richards as a style icon, but Vuitton sees him more as a lifestyle icon. This pic, photographed by the legendary Annie Liebowitz, captures what seems like a fairly typical moment in Keef’s existence: he is killing time in an anonymous luxury suite, with objects of luxury scattered carelessly around him. And, naturally, the closest object is his Louis Vuitton guitar case, which doubles as an impromptu tea tray.
Back before they turned into the geriatric juggernaut that seems to be on a never-ending world tour, the Rolling Stones were the coolest rock band in the universe. In 1969, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards and the gang crisscrossed the country in support of their album *Beggar’s Banquet*, culminating in the infamous free concert at Altamont in Northern California where Hell’s Angels killed a member of the audience.
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