Anitapallenberg Stories

A series of vignettes on the self destructive life of Brian Jones through the eyes of Keith Richards. My goal was to tell the story of an unspoken voice.

"нey вαвe, wнαт'ѕ ιɴ yoυr eyeѕ? ι ѕαw тнeм ғlαѕнιɴɢ lιĸe αιrplαɴe lιɢнтѕ yoυ ғιll мy cυp, вαвe, тнαт'ѕ ғor ѕυre ι мυѕт coмe вαcĸ ғor α lιттle мore"

I fell in love with him the first time I heard him play guitar. Never before had I cared about the person behind the music, but he was different. His guitar had touched me like nothing had done before in my whole life and in some strange way it made me realise we were the same. We both had demons, we desperately tried to hide away from, yet we never managed to. I didn't need his name nor to know what he looked like, to see the real him. His musical skill had opened me a window to his soul and it made me realise, that if there was indeed a soulmate out there for me, than it had to be him. The guitarist of the Rolling Stones. And still I had no expectation to ever be with him. [Rolling Stones Fan Fiction]

A two-part fiction illustrating the thoughts conflicts that follow meeting a love interest.

"ι'll ɴever вe yoυr вeαѕт oғ вυrdeɴ" If Anita Pallenberg has a Instagram