Dear Ms. Hanson,
I have long admired you, and (at least as represented in interviews), you seem to be a forthright and level-headed woman.
I am wondering if you would do me a favour: please reply and tell me what it's like to brush your teeth next to Keith Richards.
I've always loved Keith, quintessential rakish bad boy and guitar god, maybe before Patti did. Always wanted to be able to say, "Mom, Dad... meet Keith."
If you're not sure you'd like him, watch the Gram Parsons doc, "Grievous Angel". Keef the person, the friend, speaks with warmth, pain, reverence. Not just a pretty face.
This photo from the Louis Vuitton campaign captures the essence of louche luxe, the elder rock panther in his natural habitat.
I don't have a thing for Vuitton, though. Most women who carry LV in my city are either sloppily dressed (low-rise jeans, scuffed heels) or In Style magazine clones.
Photo: Annie Liebovitz