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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.
Photographer Ethan Russell was with them every step of the way »
A Beautiful Day in The Neighborhood: Please join us on March 20th by wearing a sweater in honor of Mr. Rogers, won’t you? [AP]
Teenage Wasteland: Okay! Enough with the Cory Kennedy already. [Everyone, Everywhere]
Man of Letters: Original preppie king, Goldwater Conservative and trad icon William F. Buckley grabs a wing chair in that great club room in the sky. [Observer]
Theme Song: Remember Rock&Roll? Their new tribute to Milan Fashion week is called, “Coke Freaks and Fashion Whores.” Sounds right to us. [WWD]
“You’ll Never Go Wrong Dressing Plain and Dull”: This only works when running for national office. Otherwise, feel free to dress like a Somali elder. [Chicago Tribune]
The Keith Richards Workout: “For me, doing a Rolling Stones show for two hours a night, that’s enough f*in’ exercise, you know? Then I’ve got to go to bed with the old lady, bonka bonka. You know?” We know, Keef. We know. [Digital Spy]
Simple Statutes: Oh, sorry, did we forget to post Esquire’s New Laws of Casual Style? Here, let’s fix that. [Esquire]
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.
Showing up too early for a Rolling Stones shoot has proved fruitless for many a young photographer, sent away with a sneer from a certain famous pair of lips. For John “Hoppy” Hopkins however, it was the beginning of something big.
When he arrived to take some pix of the band one day in the summer of 1964, the former physicist and the recalcitrant Stones frontman hit it off. Hopkins later recounted that Jagger said he was the only photographer whom he’d ever allowed to take his picture before lunch.
The moody result, above, is included in Hopkins’ genius new book, From the Hip: Photographs by John “Hoppy” Hopkins 1960-66.
We’ve been under no illusions as to Mick Jagger’s impressive fecundity, but we thought we’d seen all the gorgeous children the wrinkly Rolling Stone planned to crank out in this lifetime. Turns out we overlooked Georgia May, 16, his drop-dead daughter by legendary stunner Jerry Hall.
Georgia just made her modeling debut in the UK for the Mail on Sunday’s You magazine, and we think the girl’s gonna go places. She’s got the signature lippage, for one thing, and has obviously been practicing poppa’s pout. And in case you’re wondering what it’s like having Mick as a dad, Georgie confesses to the mag, “He’s not as cool as you’d think he’d be.”
Oh well.
