The first black woman on the cover of Vogue. The first black supermodel period. Donyale Luna’s lithe body, otherworldly looks and style, were enough to make Salvador Dali declare her Nefertiti reincarnated. Always a muse she starred in Andy Warhol factory videos and Fellini films. Ever the socialite she lived the rockstar lifestyle. Despite appearing with Mick Jagger (above) she was actually hooking up with Brian Jones. Would have died to attend the Rock n Roll Circus. This gorgeous big-eyed, regal faced babe succumbed to drugs, which led to the demise of her career and untimely death. A true queen and pioneer. Which Donyale are you right now? Photos: Roberto Roccchi, Richard Avedon & Vogue Magazine.
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.