#protopunk
“Around midnight my father surprised me by showing up with Joe. […] And then here comes Iggy, stumbling in our direction, with his big blue eyes gurgling in their sockets, pupils pinned like piss holes in the snow. His balls were falling out of his faded blue jeans, which were ripped from ankle to groin, and he had to keep pushing them back. Despite an inclination to do otherwise, I introduced my father to my friend.
So there’s Iggy, holding his nuts back with his left hand, pumping my father’s outstretched hand with his other one and telling my dad, ‘You’ve got a fine son, Mr. Sugerman, a fine fine son.’”
–Danny Sugerman, on living with Iggy in the early 70s
The man is still modeling. Recent eyewear campaign.
Your grandpa could never.
1. Tummy sleeper!
2. I am unsettled by his feet hanging off of the bed.
3. Look, it’s one of his gloves on the floor!
thenew york dolls in nyc, 1972. photo by leee black childers.
new york dolls in paris, 1973.
