"Of all the Stones' ladies she has always appeared the most ideal female counterpart to the band's chosen lifestyle; far more so than the ever-so-fragile Bianca Jagger, or the beautiful but fated melancholy and outrage that personified Marianne Faithfull. Anita always seemed tough. She was easily Jagger's equal when she played Pherber, part of Turner's menage a trois, in Performance. She had true style -- she was beautiful and dangerous."
-an excerpt from a Stones article from an old issue of Creem.
I know I babble about this topic endlessly, but has there ever been a rock n' roll couple more perfect than Keith and Anita, I wonder? Of course, the question is rhetorical. Anita was the ultimate rock n' roll chick - the standard to which all rock wives, groupies and muses must be forever judged, and Keith was the King of Cool. He was desperately in love with her, and the songs crafted in her honor ("You Got The Silver" being my personal favorite) are some of the Rolling Stones' most poetic and sincere moments. I'm too tired for an elaborate post on their passionate and tumultuous love affair, but I thought I'd post a few of my K & A photos.
All photos = my scans