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SOME STYLE ICONS are an easy read. Frank Sinatra defined the two-martini rake. Fred Astaire? A dandy. Woody Allen, meanwhile, is a begrudging (and slightly bedraggled) prep.
Then there’s Mick Jagger, a man whose look could never be described in such pat terms. “You never had a sense that you pegged him visually or in a fashion sense,” said rock critic Anthony DeCurtis, who wrote the introduction for the catalog of “Exhibitionism,”…