Somewhere between Laurel Canyon and Bel Air, our friend managed to get himself into the most extraordinary company.
Joni Mitchell had something to say. Steve McQueen had a story to tell. Dennis Hopper probably had a terrible idea. Sharon Tate was simply unforgettable. And David Bowie? Well, David was the only one who could make him laugh.
He wasn't particularly impressed by fame. He was far more interested in what was going on inside people's heads. The conversations that lasted until sunrise. The beautiful minds, the strange ideas, the people who dared to be different.
A little Shakespeare, a little Saint Laurent, a little rock ’n’ roll, and absolutely no interest in behaving himself.
For the beautiful minds who were never meant to fit in.
