The word of the moment is “classless,” whether applied to Cockney Society photographers or sprigs of the aristocracy running little bistros round the corner. Mick Jagger, alternately slurring yob and lisping lordling, is classlessness apotheosised.
That the public can grow accustomed to any face is proved by the increasing prevalence of Keith’s ruined physiognomy on TV documentaries and chat shows, as familiar and homely a horror as Grandpa in “The Munsters.”
Memorable Quotations: Journalists
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