My sincerest apologies to Christina Aguilera, DMX, Brad Pitt and Steven Spielberg, you’re all iconic, happy birthday, but this day belongs to Keith Richards. The Rolling Stones taught me how to be. Keith Richards is one of my top three fashion inspirations perfectly encapsulated above: the print mixing between the pants and the shirt, the texture the snake skin leather jacket brings, the accessories, the bracelet, the ring, the brooch, topped with his signature shagged coiffure, pure style and sophistication. One half of The Glimmer Twins, dubbed by photographers the prettiest Stone and known to all as the master of riffs, this man taught me how to give a death stare, answer stupidity with sarcasm and if necessary utilize your guitar as a weapon when someone gets onstage acting crazy. Happy birthday to a legend. Photographer: Peter Webb
There he was sitting in Graceland, as if he weren’t a sex god amongst mere mortals. Had that dumb manager not said anything I wouldn’t have been so filled with nerves. I had to go over for supplies to set up the restaurant. I had to walk pass Mick fucking Jagger. I mean, this is a lifelong dream come true. Youth was spent listening to classic rock, knowing I belonged to a time long gone. The Rolling Stones and everything they represent: challenging the status quo, revolution, critical thinking, rebellion, rock n’ roll, style…was the oxygen I breathed. Their music has gotten me through so much and there he was. The moment Mick Jagger checked me out in my black, backless, body shirt, burgundy skirt with slits on both sides, preening that infamous mane, I could have died happy. Thank you for being a crucial figure in my life. Anita Pallenberg really got it right, Keith, Brian and Mick. I mean I could go on endlessly, no words could elucidate how much he means to me. An icon, a legend, a king. What’s your favorite Rolling Stones song? Photos: Kevin Mazur, Jean Marie Pierre Official, Rock Roll Stars, Aquelerock, Joe Bangay and Mystery Tour
Two parties, one city. Which event are you attending, 1983 with rockstars or 1965 with art stars? Currently drinking the same Jack as Keith, so I gotta go with the rockstars. Top: Rock Rebellion Bottom: Cosy Nostalgia
Which demons are you gonna exercise tonight? Choose your partner. I use to be OBSESSED with Brian Jones, like literally hundreds of pictures saved on my laptop. Anita Pallenberg should be in this. Photo: Stones Vintage
This is how you head into the weekend. My affinity for Jack Daniel’s directly correlates to my love of rockstars. This man in particular, Keith Richards, a boss. Happy Friday.
Google pussy power and the face of this rock goddess will appear. When she died I literally couldn’t process that one of my ultimate idols had gone. She embodied everything I believe a badass woman should be: beautiful, highly intelligent (she spoke 4 languages), witty, revolutionary and stylish af. The Rolling Stones wouldn’t be nearly as cool without her. Keith and Brian didn’t start wearing those billowy blouses until this babe inspired them to.
Anita was a muse. She first came into the group as the girlfriend of founding member Brian Jones, only to leave him for Keith Richards (they share two kids) and according to Keith, fucked Mick Jagger while they co-starred in “Performance.” She also boned life long friend Marianne Faithfull, who at the time was dating Mick.
This woman taught me that the thing between my ears is better than gold and if you value yourself so will men, no matter how trifling. She overcame heroin addiction and went on to inspire the likes of Kate Moss, Nicole Richie and Anna Sui. She is fashion/rock royalty, who held her own amongst the bad boys, further instilling in me that well behaved women seldom make history.