The other day I was talking with none other than my therapist about legendary german model/groupie Uschi Obermaier. The IT girl of 1968, Uschi had affairs with everyone from Mick Jagger, to Keith Richards to Jimi Hendrix. She had one hell of a crazy life. A symbol of the German left, she and her first boyfriend Rainer Langhan became symbols of the sexual revolution. Then she and Keith were apparently really in love for a while, until she met german club owner Dieter Bockhorn. She carried on affairs with both men at once, eventually leaving Keith passed out in the middle of the night to travel around the world in a bus with Dieter- Asia for three years, then the US and Mexico. Uschi claimed in the press that she and Dieter had a wedding in every country they visited, but apparently they only really married once, in India. In 1983, Keith Richards caught up with Uschi and Deiter- they were living on a beach in Baja in a tent, and he was there to marry Patti Hansen. He heard reports of a crazy beautiful german girl living on the beach and went to find her, where he confronted her for the first time since she had abandoned him crashed out in a Chicago hotel room 8 years earlier, in 1975. One week later Dieter crashed his motorcycle in Baja and died. Uschi would later say “in that single week in Mexico I have irrevocably lost the two most important men in my life.” Now she lives in Topanga Canyon and designs jewelry.
Uschi is also undoubtedly one of the best looking women I’ve ever laid eyes on. And her style is insanely good, even though she is pretty much naked in every photo, but what makes her so stunning is her spirit. Her rebellion. Her could-not-give-a-fuck-edness. Her bravery. Not every woman can pull off nudity with such class.
And yes, I just casually mentioned that I go to therapy, and the reason why I go is because I’m an adult now, and it was time to get it together. Friends can only deal with so much, and they shouldn’t have to, anyway.