"Krystal, an attractive blond poet, is the only one who really seems to know the magazine, at least as it was in the days when Annie Leibovitz spent weeks on the road photographing the Stones (and doing drugs with them, as Wenner rather meanly suggested in a recent “American Masters” about Leibovitz on PBS). When Krystal leaves her sepulchral boyfriend behind in Salinas—forever, it seems clear—she jokes about running off with Steven Tyler, and in a video Q. & A. posted on rollingstone.com she talks about hoping to party with Keith Richards. When Slug, the front man of Atmosphere, tells Krystal, “I totally want to make out with you,” her coy laugh suggests, Well, you’re not a legend like Keith Richards—you couldn’t be my grandfather—but, then again . . . No one seems to have got the memo about sucking face with your subjects." --The New Yorker, Tad Friend
I love it when someone gets it totally right. Life isn't meant to be strict! The photo was from my last Studio 54 themed birthday party. I brought those savage fake mustaches for my friends--but I couldn't resist.
You can read The New Yorker article in-full here.
