The Beatles were cheeky, The Who were naughty, and The Stones…they were sexy. They started off as charming, handsome bluesmen, as eager to pass their fingers down a skirt as they were down a Fender or Telecaster. By the dawn of the seventies, The Rolling Stones had discarded any semblance of innuendo for a lecherous long-player.
Sticky Fingers flaunted the thinly-veiled crotch of a jeans-clad model. Many have since assumed that the figure is none other than Mick Jagger himself. It isn’t, although the pants certainly boasted a sexual gravitas comparable to the raw performances Jagger boasted at their gigs.