G and I got out of the house this weekend and went down to Century City to see Who Shot Rock & Roll, a photography exhibition at the Annenburg Space for Photography. The line was a bit crazier than we had thought, but for $1 parking and no entrance fee this was an amazing value.

This is definitely worth a new ‘Culture’ category on this blog.

The documentary ALONE, set in the round room at the center of the Space, was worth the nonexistent price of admission. The production value was incredibly high, the interviews amazing, the stories alternating between genuinely touching and pretty hilarious. And the photographs, oh, so many photographs ranging from artists on stage in motion to artists just chilling on a train, in a bar, or at home.

I’ll write just one story about our visit. You’ll have to go see the rest for yourself.

I’ve long been a believer that Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones is actually no longer alive, but in fact just incredibly well-preserved and animated convincingly by an army of Disney imagineers. Well, the photographs that I saw spanned from a VERY YOUNG Keith Richards to a fairly old Keith Richards. They had one thing in common, which was that Keith Richards looked drugged in every single shot. Eyes partly closed, a strange checked-out half-smile on his face–this was the natural expression of Keith Richards. And then we came to a shot by Ken Regan of Keith Richards, Patti Hansen, and their daughter. Keith and Patti are standing behind a cradle in the foreground, containing Theodora, their daughter. Keith has his arm around Patti and his other arm resting on the cradle. And you know what? This is the only shot in the entire space where Keith looks genuinely happy, alive, and completely present. It really moved me.

It’s open through October 7th, though the price of admission will definitely change. Be prepared to stand in line outdoors in the shade, and definitely hang out for the documentary, which gets shown repeatedly throughout the day.