Mick Jagger on a London street in 1965.
Mick has always been able to mingle with the crowd without attracting attention. He who is undoubtedly one of the most famous guys in the world likes to observe people incognito.
I remember, one evening at the end of the 1960s, I was with Dutronc in the car going out for dinner, and among passers-by in a street in Saint-Germain I recognized Mick with a cap, a crushed velvet shirt and black glasses. He lived in an apartment around the corner but no one recognized him or paid attention to him.
At the time he was already at the pinnacle of the rock planet. The funniest thing is that many people wanted to look like the musicians of the English bands, the street was filled with copies of Beatles and Stones hair in the wind, a tribute to hippy fashion, it felt like London. At this level of fame people could not imagine the Rolling Stones frontman walking the streets like everyone else, so no one recognized him.
I called him and he leaned in the window of my car. I introduced him to Jacques, we had a short banal conversation in the company of two very rare guys who did not know each other and we each went on our way.
Jacques rolled up the car window, watching the passers-by.
“At least he’s the real one!” he said to me, lighting a cigar…
Jean-Marie Périer
