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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

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