IGGY POP ANTOINE LE GRAND
And still he stands. Lou Reed and David Bowie are no longer with us, but James Osterberg, aka Iggy Pop, rock’s torso-slashing, heroin-huffing, balls-out (we’re not talking metaphorically here) wild man remains in the land of the living. Once upon a time this seemed unlikely. Even now, given his back story, it’s a bit of a surprise.
At 69, however, Pop is once again “trending”, you might say. He released his 17th studio album Post Pop Depression earlier this year. If you happen to be in Brooklyn next month you can catch an exhibition of nude portraits organised under the aegis of British artist Jeremy Deller. And film director Jim Jarmusch has made a documentary about the Stooges entitled Gimme Danger, which also comes out in November. No longer the world’s forgotten boy then, if he ever was.
You see him here – top hat, skull ring, general air of devilment – in a photograph taken by Antoine Le Grand. The work of the French portrait photographer is the subject of an eponymous new book that gathers together two decades of celebrity photography. Here are actors, artists, musicians, film directors. You will recognise most of them. Le Grand says his secret is he only shoots people he admires, Iggy among them.
Taken from Antoine Le Grand: Portraits, published by Damiani, priced £35