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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 »
Shine a Light: Keith Richards rolled out of bed, smoked cigarette, snorted his dad, tussled his hair and shot an ad for Louis Vuitton. [WWD]
Spicy Meatball: Geri “Ginger Spice” Halliwell visits the Milan shows, wishes the male models had a “bit more meat” on their lovely bones, thus making her ever more dear in our hearts. [The Daily Goss]
Bantamweight Championship: Another day, another dandy fight. [Dandyism]
Trading Up: The beloved Atelier heads around the corner to bigger digs. [Racked]
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]
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.
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.
Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.
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.
The good people over at Hypebeast, God bless ‘em, keep a closer eye on once-and-future designer Hedi Silmane’s photoblog than we do. With pictorials like this, from the possibly engaged (What? Again?) Kate Moss, who can blame them?
Per usual, Ms. Kate appears in various states of smoldering undress. More photos after the jump»
Jeff Koons via GothamistShirt Shift: Artist/Bulldog dissector Damien Hirst has created a line of almost Threadless-quality shirts to go along with his collection of $80,000 jeans. The man has brass balls the size of Volkswagens. Wait. No. That’s Jeff Koons, who also has a line of “meh” tees. [Gawker]
In The Trenches: The men of Duckie Brown discuss their experimental “treated silk” jackets. [Washington Post]
Keef’s Closet: Self-described “minstrel” Keith Richards wears women’s shirts and, as we always believed, doesn’t “do underwear.” [Times UK]
Club Cuts: Soho House members can now add in-house tailors to their myriad benefits. [NY Sun]
Crease is the Word: Don’t have pleats in trousers? Evidently, you are not a man. [Telegraph UK]
Posh Pack Rat: Step into the eclectic home of designer Simon Carter. [Independent UK]
The Nau Strategy: Slick, ruggedwear Nau may supplement their internet retail with physical stores. Whoh, stores that sell clothes. What won’t they think of next? [WWD, subsription required you cheapos]
