DUNCAN HANNAH R.I.P.

The artist and writer, Duncan Hannah, always seemed so young, his boyish charm and charisma, that it was a shock to hear he had passed from a heart attack at 69 (or 70 by some accounts). I doubt there was anyone who ever met him who wasn't attracted to him, I certainly was and always felt happy to be in his presence. He was always frank and understated in our conversations, like his art, despite his and its power to impress you (I guess I should say me). Over the past few decades he grew into a kind of James Mason sophisticated elegance that was as much a delight to be around as his boyish charm. He will be deeply missed by many.