Inside the frame, Keith lights a cigarette. His lithe shirtless body pours upward from a pair of lose linen trousers. Anita Pallenberg, the mother of his child, turns her head to face him.
Inside another frame, Mick blows smoke through pursed lips. A bottle of wine rests half full on a table strewn with empty cups. Eye half closed, he listens as Keith strums the guitar.
Light floods the balcony and bounces off a bowl of apples. A pine tree in the background. Someone is singing. A blonde haired child curls his feet beneath him in the chair.
Inside the frame, the men in bright coloured trousers pose in the corner of a bare studio. Charlie cocks his leg. Mick yawns.
Youthful, cool, eyes expectant. Five Stones wait for the shutter to click, and the bulb to flash.