IN CELEBRATION OF KEITH RICHARDS, MY PATRON SAINT

Happy Monday. Let me get right to it.

Most of you know I am insanely nuts about Keith Richards- I
love his style, love his hair, love his epic and legendary wasted elegance .
And I'm thrilled he's written a book on his glimmered existence called
"Life" and he's all the heck over the news because of it. He looks happy and
healthy and humble. I can't wait to read it- lovely hubby reserved me a copy
on Amazon and I am going to devour it when it arrives tomorrow.

I have always loved old photos of Keith- the style is beyond and he has
always been one of my muses. This shot was taken by Dominique Tarle, he of
Stones documentarian fame- he spent time with them during the "Exile" days.
There was a show of his in the Marais when I was there, I happened upon the
gallery on an afternoon walk. And there was this photo- enormous and
fabulous- it took my breath away. I am obsessed with it and thought it would
be the PERFECT photo to hang over my desk in my office, to greet visitors
with a beatific style, but still be very very rock and roll. J'adore. It was
too steep for my diminished dollar but I think I need to own this photo one
day. I really do.

And here's why I posted this pic today, because this is how I think all
Mondays should be. Peaceful and ecstatic and sun drenched like my boy Keef.

True he was probably past the point, but let's imagine he's just digging the
moment, happy to be alive, and loving the Southern France sun. This shot was
taken at Nellcote, Keith's home in the South of France- I love how it
channels the times so perfectly- is he having this moment because he just
nailed "Happy" in the studio? It embodies that track so well. I dig it
beyond belief. And I can't wait to hear about Anita, Nellcote, Mick, Patti-
all of it. Every damn word. Keith is the best. I hope this Monday is every
bit as inspiring and fascinating as Keith's autobiography, and as peaceful
as this photo.I know I am a Jew, but if I could pray to a saint, it would be
Keith. Wickedly cool, debauched, and beyond all- a survivor. Viva La
Keith...it¹s all about him this literary season. I'm glad this mad one is
still very much here.

Cause that's what's up this street fightin' Monday in the MIA.I'm gonna walk
before they make me run. XO