Mick Jagger turned eighty today—a prospect that was surely unimaginable for the singer’s teen-age fans, back in the sixties, when he was a young rock hellion. Jagger and the Rolling Stones have been appearing in The New Yorker for much of the period since, including in 2002, when the staff writer Ian Parker joined the musician as he geared up for the band’s next tour. Beyond the music, Jagger needed to figure out his wardrobe, which had progressed over the decades from thin ties to scarves to what Parker wryly describes as the singer’s “gay-quarterback phase.” Figuring out a look for Jagger, who was then a mere fifty-nine years old, was no minor undertaking. As Parker reports, the process required a highly regimented schedule and input from a colorful menagerie of consultants—plus airtight logic for why he needed custom Nikes to go onstage. In their humorous way, the discussions illuminate Jagger’s rarefied cultural position, a perch situated between art, image, commerce, and celebrity. “In the end,” one trusted adviser remarks, “it’s all about the pants.” |
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