Usually, I am loathe to jump on the bandwagon when it comes to talk of celebrity passings. Not only have plenty of other people said just as much as I ever could, posted far more pictures than I ever could, and done a better job at it, but to speak of someone's death on something so trivial seeming as a "style blog" feels wrong to me.
In this case, however, I will make an exception. I don't claim to be an expert, but I do know that Dennis Hopper was no saint. He lead a tumultuous, troubled life to say the least--but he was, and will continue to be, a true legend of a man, an actor capable of terrifying intensity, and a driving force in the youthquake revolution that changed Hollywood forever.
Knowing Mr. Hopper only through the roles that he played in and around many of my very favorite films, movies that I grew up with, that connected me to an idea and a feeling that existed long before I was born (if at all), I understand that my sadness today is a selfish one. It's a sadness connected to the fact that the last remaining physical remnants of a very special, important time are slowly disappearing from this planet.
And yes, it may be inevitable. But I'll be goddamned if that means I have to like it.