Because you can't have depths without surfaces.
Linda Grant, thinking about clothes, books and other matters.

Thursday, 24 April 2008

Keef on like . . .

it says here

I wore whatever my mother put me in when I was little. Boring shorts and wee T-shirts. I wore school uniforms. I hated brown shoes. I started dressing up when I had to find what fitted. Fashion thinks more about me than what I think about it. I just wore what I wore and people noticed. The sexiest thing a woman could wear? Being stark f***ing naked.

Show me a woman who is faithful, and I won't believe you.

I don't do underwear. I never do the washing. How would I know whether my clothes stink? I throw them away.

(and so on and so forth)


phyllis said...

Still the same old Keef! Love that man. I'm convinced he's really Undead at this point.

Gotta love that LV guitar case too.

Toby Wollin said...

Phyllis - no doubt. I recall reading some place that a doctor predicted that even after "the bomb drops" and seemingly all forms of sentient life have been replaced by cockroaches..Keefer will still be out there roaring around.

Deja Pseu said...

Some people age like they have a painting in the attic. He is the painting in the attic.

StyleSpy said...

Vive le Keef! Oh, I adore the guy, for his sheer monumental cussedness and singularity, and for the fact that he always looks so fantastically himself. There's a fun interview with him in the April issue of GQ, as well.

lagatta said...

Keef is of course right about Robert Johnson, but that old Devil's son-in-law seemed concerned about dress (note carefully polished shoes):

Anonymous said...

Oh, yeuk!