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Last week The Holy Church of Iggy the Inuit published the incredible news that
Iggy had been traced back. This was a world exclusive as no other news
medium had reported this before.
The news that Iggy had been found was, unfortunately, also all there was
to say. Although discreet investigations were done it was soon made
clear that she wanted to stay anonymous and that she didn’t want to blow
her cover. A short interview was out of the question, even for Mojo
magazine and Mark Blake who triggered these latest events.
The Reverend is by all means not a souvenir collector who wanted to ring
at her bell like all those true fans used to do at Syd Barrett’s
door and her wish to be left in peace was immediately and
In September 2008 The Croydon Guardian published an article about Iggy
after the Church had contacted the newspaper to get more information
about The Orchid dancehall in Purley: Where
did she go? This article unearthed some unpublished pictures by
Anthony Stern that were later shown at The City Wakes festival in
Cambridge and was also mentioned in the March issue of Mojo.
Kirsty Whalley, the journalist who brought us the first Iggy article in
The Croydon Guardian, has now managed to interview Iggy, an interview
that can be found in today’s issue of this newspaper.
When Mick turned up to take the photos I helped paint the floor boards
for the shoot, I was covered in paint, I still remember the smell of it.
Nothing is so stupid as New Year resolutions, especially when you read
them when the katzenjammer is over. On the second
of January of 2010 the Reverend uttered the fear that the Church
would soon disappear by lack of Iggy. If this meant one single thing it
is that the Reverend is by no means a reliable prophet.
The March edition of the music magazine Mojo,
that mysteriously appeared in January 2010, had a 14 pages cover story
about the Syd Barrett album The Madcap Laughs that was finally
released in January 1970 after nearly twenty months of tinkering. Its
main article I'm Not Here (Pat Gilbert) gave the portrait of the
artist as a young man and his struggle to get his first solo album done.
A small insert Who's That Girl (Mark Blake) tried to reveal some
of the mysteries around Iggy The Eskimo, but to no avail (more questions
were raised then answered, see: (I've
got my) Mojo (working...). Last, but not least, In My Room
(Paul Drummond) gave some background information about The Madcap Laughs
photo shoot, interviewing Duggie Fields, Storm Thorgerson, inevitably
Mick Rock and en passant citing Jenny Spires and the Holy Church
of Iggy the Inuit (but not in so many words, see Goofer
Dust [(I've got my) Mojo (working)... Part 2] .
(For your information: the complete Mojo article can could be
downloaded quite legally and for free at the official Syd Barrett website:
direct link to the scanned pdf
document, hosted since 2016 at the Church.)
It needs to be said that the Mojo article achieved in two week time what
the Church couldn't achieve in two years: finding Iggy. On the 6th of
February 2010 it was revealed
that she was alive and well and living in southern England and although
this news was covered by the Church the scoop arrived, noblesse oblige,
at the Mojo offices in a letter from an acquaintance of her: Peter Brown
(not the Pete[r] Brown from Cream and Piblokto fame).
Part of this letter has been published in issue 197 (April) and goes
One woman, with many faces
Re Iggy’s whereabouts, I can enlighten you a little on her post-Madcap
life. I first met Iggy - her real name was Evelyn - in the early ’70s,
when she arrived from the King’s Road to the house where I lived in
Brighton with a miscellany of artists and eccentrics.
I spent a lot of time with Iggy including nights ‘on the town’. She was
a loose cannon, absolutely stunning, and fab company I soon discovered
that it was none other than Iggy gracing my copy of The Madcap Laughs,
and told her that Syd had been a peer of mine in Cambridge. I also knew
Jenny Spires (who introduced Iggy to Syd), and saw Pink Floyd at various
venues. I spent an evening with Syd once and we walked back together to
our respective homes near Cherry Hinton in stoned stupor.
In the mid ’80s I learned that Iggy was living in Sussex and working at
a racing stables, where she married a farmhand. She’s since kept her
whereabouts quiet, though a friend at the stables, who I spoke to
recently informs me of Iggy’s low-key flamboyance in the area. There are
a wealth of other stories, but brevity forbids!
Next to Brown aka Thongman, Jenny Spires decided to comment as well:
I struggle, you collaborate
I’ve read your Syd article and there are two or three things to correct.
First, I met Iggy [the Eskimo] in 1966, not 1969 as stated. Also, the
floor was painted as soon as Syd moved into Wetherby Mansions, and was
already done when I was there. Part of it, under the bed, wasn’t
finished, but was done by the time I left in early 1969. I don’t think
it was painted with a photoshoot in mind. Also, in the larger photo, the
daffodils look quite fresh, but in the photo used for the cover they are
dead. This seems to suggest that that photo was done a couple of weeks
With reference to Mandrax - there were no Mandrax in the flat at this
stage. These came later, around early summer. This is not to say Syd had
never had Mandrax, but they weren’t readily available to him at that
It seems now that there is enough material left for the Church to go on
with its mission for the next lustrum. So keep watching this space and
remember, don't do anything that Iggy wouldn't have done.
The Reverend wants to thank Mojo for donating a copy of the April issue
to the Holy Church of Iggy the Inuit. Thanks guys!
Happy New Year, children of the revolution! What a long strange trip
2010 has been. The first half of it showed the Church's biggest parade,
with plenty of clowns and jugglers and a couple of anoraky world
exclusive Barrett-scattering things.
Our solar, solitary, solstice, soloist star,fallen
from the black sky(to paraphrase French historian and poet Dr.
Denis Combet) was discovered by the team of Mojo
magazine early 2010. The Church retaliated with Gretta Barclay's first
(and only) interview in 4 decades, an extensive study of Welsh folk
legend Meic Stevens' meetings
with Syd Barrett in the early Seventies and a couple of articles about The
Cromwellian club and casino, including some anecdotes from Rod
Harrod, the man who practically launched Jimi Hendrix's career.
Those exhilarating things inevitably lead to the Church's petite mort,
a period of melancholy and transcendence, for the second half of 2010.
But this was just a temporarily breakdown. Several findings of the
Church were quoted in the most recent Syd Barrett biography
by Julian Palacios, the Reverend has just been granted his first
interview (to appear [hopefully] on a Spanish Barrett blog) and in
November agent provocateur Mark
Blake let the Church know that Evelyn (Iggy) had agreed on an
interview for Mojo magazine. On top of that Ig, our Ig, send the
Church a lovely note that mellowed the Reverend’s heart. 2011 promises
to be great.
The February issue from Mojo (# 207) - OUT NOW – contains Mark
Blake's much expected Iggy interview. As is our habit the Church will
not publish the article as long as the magazine is for sale in the
shops. So why are you still reading this blog then? Open those Xmas and
New Year envelopes, jump on that bike with the basket and the bell that
rings, and hurry up to the shop!
Only after you have bought, borrowed or stolen (the Reverend will
forgive but not visit you in prison!) Mojo 207 and read the article you
are allowed to come back at the Church where additional bits and pieces
may (or may not) be revealed the following weeks. According to
someone who knows there is 'a wealth of other interview material' that
didn't make it into printed matter but that might see the light of day
on several places of the metaverse. Some day. Perhaps.
PS: The Mojo website
has got a strange anonymous cryptic comment, posted the 2nd of January
at 04:46PM. It goes 'love you mark blake thank you for being
[actually: bèing] so real hang in there felix atagong'.
The Church may happen to believe to know from whom it has arrived.
Still looking for a Xmas present: Mark
Blake has just written a pretty good Queen biography: Is This
The Real Life? The Untold Story Of Queen, Aurum Press Ltd. ISBN:
9781845135973 (The Church is not affiliated with or endorsed by this
Iggy Rose enters the pantheon of Jenny Spires and Libby Gausden!
An Iggy Rose radio interview was diffused on Monday night, the 25th of
May at 10 PM EST at Nikki
Palomino's (talk) radio show Dazed Radio on Whatever
68. As for UK based people it was already Tuesday 26th at 3 o’clock
in the morning, and 4 AM for those in Western Europe, we had to wait for
an archived version.
The second weekend of June has the second Cambridge biennial Birdie Hop
meeting, with special guest stars: Viv Brans, Vic Singh, Peter Gilmour,
Men On The Border, Jenny Spires, Warren Dosanjh, Libby Gausden, Dave
'Dean' Parker & Iggy Rose (and some more).
Unfortunately the Facebook group for this event has been closed for
prying eyes, but some pictures and videos have already leaked out.
Pictures and videos will be regularly uploaded to the Holy Church of
Iggy the Inuit Tumblr
page, as soon as the Holy Igquisiton gets hold of them.
Many thanks to: Sandra Blickem, Mick Brown, Warren Dosanjh, Vanessa
Flores, Tim Greenhall, Alex Hoffmann, Antonio Jesus (Solo En Las Nubes),
Douglas Milne, Göran Nyström (Men On The Border), Vic Singh, Abigail
Thomson-Smith, Eva Wijkniet... ♥ Iggy ♥ Libby ♥
The Church closed its door at the end of March 2015, but promised to
keep an eye open for all things relatively Syd-and-Iggy-related.
Obviously serendipity meant that, from that moment on, Syd-and-Iggy
related matters would regularly smash against the Church's closed
windows at the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow, making this one
of our busier seasons.
Iggy Rose was a guest on American Dazed (talk) Radio, her first
radio-interview ever. The condensed version still is 47 minutes but what
an intense 47 minutes they are: Iggy
Rose Radio Interview.
In June Iggy was invited to the biennial, second and probably last Birdie
Hop Cambridge meeting where she met with Libby Gausden, Jenny Spires
and a bunch of Barrett-fans: Iggy
Rose in Cambridge.
And then, when you're least expecting it, there is a brand new Iggy
picture that make our hormone levels go crazy.
This article follows the same steps as that other one of 2012 that
published the discovery of Iggy's 'Pocahontas' picture, that has been an
inspiration for so many Iggy fans and their fanart creations: Iggy
- a new look in festivals.
The 1967 Festival of the Flower Children
Two weeks after Iggy had visited the National Jazz, Pop, Ballads and
Blues Festival at the Royal Windsor Racecourse, where she had her
picture taken for Music Maker magazine (see: Iggy
- a new look in festivals), there was the first Woburn festival with
an equally appealing title: Festival of the Flower Children.
Wanting to cash in on the Summer of Love (and the Bank Holiday Weekend
of 26-28 August) it tried to be a direct competitor for the first one
that was already well established and in its seventh edition. Flower
Children also went on for three days but its bill was less abundant,
less adventurous and clearly directed at the general public or 'weekend'
hippies, rather than the underground elite. The host, the Duke
of Bedford, one of those examples the French invented the guillotine
for and the living proof that the posh establishment will temporarily
adhere an alternative lifestyle if there is a buck to earn, sneered:
Only flower children are allowed in. They are nice peaceful young people
who like beat music and coloured lights. They are very different from
hippies who take drugs and make trouble. Hippies will definitely be
The Duke of Bedford apparently grabbed 10% of the entrance money
estimated at £50.000, according to an article in The
Australian Women's Weekly, but the promoters, the Seller brothers,
apparently weren't that happy and the financial debacle may have
quickened the demise of their mod nightclub Tiles,
Dexter was the house DJ. The Daily Telegraph, however, wrote that
the festival made the nice profit of £20.000. (Much of the information
and some of the pictures in this article come from the excellent UK
Rock Festivals.) For snobbish left-elitist underground circles and
their affiliated magazines is was all a sell-out. Peter Jenner:
Gradually all sorts of dubious people began to get involved. The music
business began to take over. (…) There were things like the Festival of
the Flower Children.
That the Seller brothers were thinking more in the terms of profit than
music or mod culture was perhaps proven by their nightclub Tiles that
was described by Tom
Wolfe as the 'Noonday
Underground'. In the middle of the day, during lunch hour, the club
opened and was visited by 'office boys, office girls, department store
clerks' and teenagers who had left school at fifteen, for their daily
dose of mod music and a Coca-Cola. Tiles aimed for an easy-going public
and although it lacked style and personality it did have a proper bar, a
good dance floor, a fancy stage and an excellent sound system.
With the exception of perhaps Dantalian's
Chariot (another band led by Zoot Money) and Tomorrow
(with drummer Twink) the bill wasn't really underground, nor
psychedelic. Pink Floyd was never considered to appear at the festival,
Chapman pretends the opposite in his immaculate biography. Not that
the band would've come as they had already cancelled the Windsor
Racecourse gig due to Barrett's erratic behaviour.
For the press the festival was gefundenes fressen and news
photographers seemed to outnumber groovers. And now we let you guess,
who can be found on one of those pictures, you think?
On the 21st of September the Holy Church of Iggy the Inuit was asked the
following by Jacinta Storten:
Hi there, do you know if Iggy attended the Festival of the Flower
Children love-in at Woburn Abbey in 1967? I have some photos of
attendees and one of them looks just like her, on the other hand the
photo could be from the Woburn Festival that Fleetwood Mac headlined
which I think Pink Floyd were also billed from memory it was 67 or 68. [Note
from FA: for the record, at the 1968 version of the Woburn Abbey
festival, Fleetwood Mac never showed up, although they were billed. Pink
Floyd never played the festival either as they were touring North
America on that day.]
Such a mail obviously has the same effect on the Church as a red rag to
a bull. We immediately contacted Iggy Rose who wasn't aware of ever
being at the festival, but you know the saying 'if you remember the
sixties, you weren't there'. We wrote back to Jacinta, asking for a copy
of the picture so that we could send it over to Iggy, but due to the
quirky way Facebook messaging works sometimes (or should we say: not
works) that was ignored. (We have that effect on many people.)
Luckily on the fifth of November the picture appeared on the HeroInSight
'Iggy ”The Eskimo” Rose at Festival of the Flower Children Love-in,
Woburn Abbey UK, 1967.
As soon as we got hold of the picture we send it to Iggy who confirmed
it was indeed her:
My goodness, where did you find that? I look stoned. Haha. I can't
even remember being there. Lol xxx.
An internet search revealed that the picture
is currently hosted at Photo Inventory France, that seems to be owned by
an Ebay seller called Photo
Vintage France. The picture (30 x 19.5 cm) was put several times on
sale before, between June 2012 and August 2015, for the price of 159
Euro, but apparently no buyer has ever been found. Lucky for us,
otherwise the picture had perhaps never been found.
We contacted the owner of the Ebay shop, Bruno Tartarin, asking if he
could give us more information about this picture. We got a reply pretty
fast, but it didn't really give us info we didn't know already:
Cette image vient des archives Holmes-Lebel. Flower Children, Hippies
Rally, Woburn Abbey, Angleterre, circa 1967. RE2173 Tirage argentique
Translation: This image comes from the Holmes-Lebel archives. Flower
Children, Hippies Rally, Woburn Abbey, Angleterre, circa 1967. RE2173 Authentic
gelatin-silver photography, stamped.
Internet searches for the Holmes-Lebel company didn't lead to anything
substantial apart from the fact that they created / sold pictures for
advertisements, movie posters, record and book covers and magazines in
the sixties. Also the photographer who took Iggy's picture is a mystery
as the agency had several internationally renowned people working for
them like Rona
Update 2015 12 22: Meanwhile the picture has mysteriously landed
at Atagong Mansion, and for once, the Reverend isn't interested in the
front of the picture, but wants to study the different marks on the
back. There are four in total: 1. a blue stamp of the Holmes-Lebel
company with the remark that the document has to be returned after
publication: 'document à rendre'. 2. another stamp with the
warning that four times the copyright amount will be asked if the
document gets lost or damaged: 'en cas de perte ou détérioration des
documents il sera perçu quatre fois le prix de cession des droits'. 3.
a sticker describing the picture in English:
HIPPIES RALLY (THE FLOWER CHILDREN), WOBURN ABBEY, ENGLAND Hippy girl
dressed in the Indian way. Copyright HOLMES-LEBEL/I.M.F. n) 3008
4. a remark written in pencil, reading 'woodstook'.
Scans of the stamps, stickers and marks on the back can be found on our
Iggy Tumblr page: Hippy
Porn and the Englishman
A photographer who certainly was present at the Flower Children festival
was Londoner Jean
Straker whose photo studio was in Soho and who was interviewed in
the 6th issue of Oz
because his pictures were considered pornographic in the prude
interpretation of the English law.
In 1951 he founded the Visual Arts Club where he gave lectures, sold his
pictures and where he would have 'photographers, amateur and
professional, studying the female nude'. Straker's pictures were
considered pornography under the Obscene
Publications Act and in 1961 over 1600 of his negatives and 233 of
his prints were confiscated. While Straker claimed his pictures were of
artistic value the judge didn't follow this explanation. In appeal,
Straker got many of his negatives back, but this was forced on a
technicality, using a loophole in the law, and the official
interpretation was still that his pictures were obscene.
This situation lingered on with Straker trying to fight censorship and
in 1967 Jean Straker noted (in Oz 6):
Now, as most lawyers know, I been through all this jazz before; apart
from a few thousand motorists, and a few hundred barrow boys, I must be
the most prosecuted non-criminal in town.
Jean Straker also visited the Festival of the Flower Children were he
might have taken over 220 pictures. Harper's
Books currently sells a (partial) archive of 39 different 5 x 8 inch
black and white photographs. However, at 3.000 USD for this collection,
it is a bit expensive just to find out if the Iggy picture is part of it.
At 165 Euro the Holmes-Lebel piece is almost a bargain.
The who, the what and the where?
There is a big chance we will never know who took Iggy's picture at the
festival of the Flower Children. It could've been one of Iggy's froody
friends, as we know she knew quite a few free-lance photographers,
including the one who took her picture two weeks earlier at the National
Jazz, Pop, Ballads and Blues Festival. If only she could remember his
name! At the other hand, she could've been invited to the festival by
Jeff Dexter, who had developed some interest in her and tried to record
her in the studio.
It is possible that the picture was bought by the Holmes-Lebel agency in
order to publish it in a French magazine. It would be nice to find that
article back, if there ever has been one.
But the good news is that a new Iggy picture has been unearthed and that
is was found – again – by one of her many fans. For that the Church (and
Iggy Rose) will be eternally grateful to Jacinta 'HeroInSight' Storten...
The quest continues... good hunting my sistren and brethren...
and don't do anything that Iggy wouldn't do...
Many thanks to: HeroInSight, Jacinta Storten, Iggy Rose, Bruno Tartarin, UK
Rock Festivals. ♥ Iggy ♥ Libby ♥
Sources (other than the above internet links): Chapman, Rob: A
Very Irregular Head, Faber and Faber, London, 2010, p. 179. Green,
Jonathon: All Dressed Up, Pimlico, London, 1999, p. 43, 221. Green,
Jonathon: Days In The Life, Pimlico, London, 1998, p. 112. Palacios,
Julian: Syd Barrett & Pink Floyd: Dark Globe, Plexus, London,
2010, p. 246. Photo Inventory France: http://photoinventory.fr/photos/RE2173.png Pullen,
Bob: Photography and Censorship: The Photographs and Ideals of Jean
Straker, Photography and Culture, Volume 1, Issue 2, 2008 (online
Update 2016 04 03: After the movie was 'found' on Facebook, it
took less than 24 hours before it was deleted from Dailymotion. We hope
that the original uploader will not get into trouble. We are currently
trying to get a reaction from Anthony Stern and Chimera Arts. (More
The Holy Church of Iggy the Inuit, that wacky blog with an even wackier
Reverend vehemently tries to catalogue all things Iggy Rose, and
although several pictures and movies have been unearthed since then, one
important and most reverential piece was still missing in our collection.
Shot in 1968 by Anthony
Stern, 'iggy the eskimo girl' (all in lowercase) showed Iggy
Rose dancing barefoot through London, annoying the square folk who had
to go to work, creating kerfuffle wherever she put her lovely feet and
using something that resembles a smartphone, 30 years before these were
invented. The movie with its Pink Floyd soundtrack, restored in 2008 by Sadia
Sadia from Chimera
Arts, was shown at the legendary The
City Wakes in Cambridge and would now and then resurface on
avant-garde film festivals all over the world.
The movie never made it to the 'big' public though and several demands
of the Church to obtain a copy were politely refused. A one minute 27
seconds audience recording, taken at a Paris movie festival, was the
longest version we had (Iggy,
Eskimo Girl), next to a teaser from City Wakes (Syd
Barrett - Iggy).
Since then it was awfully quiet around the movie maker / glass artist
and frankly, the Holy Church of Iggy the Inuit had given up hope to ever
see the 'iggy the eskimo girl' movie in full.
This morning we were informed by an enthusiastic Iggy that a full
version of the movie can be found on Dailymotion,
where it had already been uploaded at the end of the previous year by
someone who is internationally recognised as a Pink Floyd buff. Quality
isn't too bad, although it isn't really spectacular either. This is due
to the fact that it is an audience recording as well, taken from a 2010
film festival in Lille. Some cropping and editing had to be done and the
audio was re-sampled. But as far as we can judge, this is the most
complete version and the closest to the original.
In the same breath Iggy also mentioned that she, with a couple of
friends, had some more tricks up her sleeve, but alas as the Reverend of
the Iggy's Church we had to take a vow of silence. But watch this space
if you want to be kept informed.
So for now, sistren and brethren, here is 'iggy the eskimo
girl'. Enjoy and don't do anything Iggy wouldn't do.
If you dig deeper into the reason you get the message: The above video
has been deleted after a copyright claim.
After the movie was 'found' and published on the Holy Church of Iggy the
Inuit, it took less than 24 hours before it was deleted. Uploaded at the
end of past year it led a calm life at Dailymotion until it was found by
a Birdie Hop group member, if our information is correct. From
there it quietly expanded to other groups and on other people's
timelines, including the one of Iggy Rose. Reactions were generally
ecstatic, except for one.
It didn't take long for Stephen
W. Tayler to claim that this was a copyright infringement. He is a
mixer, music producer, composer and sound designer who has worked on
hundreds of projects, including Kate Bush, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel
and Howard Jones. As a partner in Chimera
Arts he helped restoring eight Anthony Stern movies in 2008,
including 'iggy the eskimo girl'.
Neither Anthony Stern, Sadia Sadia, nor Anthony W. Tayler wanted to give
comments. (Back to top of the article.)
Hop group, that has a soft spot for Iggy Rose, looked for people who
had a copy, but could only find some pictures and snippets, taken with
mobile phones, from TV screens. Quality wasn't excellent, but it was all
Then professional Syd Barrett movie collector Hallucalation
chimed in. This man has already unearthed 'lost' Pink Floyd reels
earlier and again he did the impossible and traced back a digital copy
of the Anthony Stern BBC4 documentary. (A 2012 self-Interview with this
remarkable man, taken from Solo
En Las Nubes, can be found at Wondering
and Dreaming (a self-interview with Ewgeni Reingold).)
Even if your heart isn't necessary with Pink Floyd, nor with Iggy the
Eskimo, it is an excellent documentary, not only of the swinging
sixties, but of life in that decade in general. If the documentary was a
shortened version of Take All That From Ant, that has its premiere today
in Cambridge, by the way, then that movie is going to be a killer.
Several entirely new pictures of Iggy have been unearthed, several
'better' screenshots of the Iggy, the Eskimo movie have been grabbed and
these can be seen on our Tumblr Memory
Marbles page. For your amusement we have of course also added some
Pink Floyd at UFO shots.
This article is an update from Lost
Weekends. Many thanks to: Hallucalation, Antonio Jesús, Lisa Newman,
Anthony Stern, Yeeshkul.
Iain Owen Moore, nicknamed Emo (or Imo), is a legendary figure of the
Cambridge Mafia that circled in and around the early Floyd. Actually he
was already something of a legend before The Abdabs or The Tea Set
became The Pink Floyd Sound. Barrett & Waters liked to have him around
for old time's sake, but at the other hand David Gilmour also helped Emo
out of trouble a couple of times.
Emo was also an inspiration for the band. The phrase 'I've got a little
black book with my poems in' could be his, but it is certain that
'ummagumma' was one of his favourite expressions (and pastimes).
Needless to say that Pink Floyd later named one of their albums
'Ummagumma' and that – in true Floydian greedy tradition – Emo didn't
get any recognition for that. That's how we know our boys, laughing all
the way to the bank, blaming capitalism.
Later Emo also turned up on several Hipgnosis sleeves. He is on A
Nice Pair and on AC DC's Dirty
Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, if our memory still is correct after all
these years. When the Church was formed, nearly a decade ago, we were
told that Emo was hard to reach as he didn't believe in all that digital
tomfoolery, but he recently discovered Facebook and has been revealing
many anecdotes and memories to fans over the world.
Not only does Emo has a good memory, he also has an incredible archive
with many unseen Floydian pictures. He has uploaded private pictures of
Floyd and their friends such as Ginger Gilmour, Lyndsay Korner and
Gaylor Pinion (aka Gala or Gayla). And, since a couple of hours... three
unseen pictures of Iggy the Eskimo, probably taken at Wetherby Mansion,
Rumours & Facts
The Holy Church didn't find these pictures, but was warned by one of its
many friends, who also chatted with Emo about this. We do have his
authorisation though, to publish them here. The pictures are not of
supreme quality and may look a bit deformed, they are photographs of the
originals and not scans. Iain Moore:
Naughty Iggy. I only met her twice in 1969 but didn't speak to her. It
was during the two weeks she was at Syd's place. Syd (Barrett), Dave
(Gilmour) and Sam, my then girlfriend, all lived around the corner, so
it was 1969.
Iggy probably frequented Syd a lot longer than these 'two' weeks.
Margaretta Barclay, in her interview with the Church, told us that she
has a postcard, addressed to her and Iggy (at Wetherby Mansions) from
June 1969 (see: Gretta
Speaks). There is Twink's testimony that Iggy, Syd, Mick Farren,
Steve Peregrin Took and him crashed the launch party of King Crimson's
first album, high on Champagne and mandrax (see: Syd's
Last Stand). That was at the Speakeasy on the 5th of August 1969. At
the other hand, Iggy didn't join Syd on his Formentera trip that year,
where he met Emo and Aubrey 'Po' Powell, amongst others (see: Formentera
Actually these pictures do not belong to Emo. They are in the private
hands of a Cambridge collector whose house is nearly a Syd Barrett and
early Floyd museum, so told us a visitor. We have been in contact with
this person for about a decade and as (s)he never told us about these
unknown Iggy portraits we can (hopefully) deduct that these portraits
only surfaced recently.
Update December 2017: According to Roddy Bogawa, these pictures
date from 1968 and were taken by a certain 'Gabi'.
The Third Man
Iggy, in her interview with Mark Blake (see: The
Strange Tale Of Iggy The Eskimo), has claimed there is a set of
'intimate' pictures of her and Syd, taken during The Madcap Laughs
sessions. And in one of her many conversations with the Reverend she
revealed that there could've been a third photographer around, next to
Mick Rock and Storm Thorgerson.
But she also told us, with tears in her eyes, that a suitcase with
personal belongings was tossed overboard by a rock star, when they
crossed the channel. In that suitcase were probably a hundred different
pictures, now lost forever. But the good news is: we have found three,
thanks to Iain Owen Moor.
We can only hope that the owner of these pictures will allow us to
publish a scanned hi-res version and would be so nice to explain when
and where and by whom they were taken.
Meanwhile, the Church will assure that prints of these portraits will be
send to Iggy Rose, who has left social media since the beginning of this
year and with whom we have sporadic contact.
Many thanks to: Petra Eder, Libby Gausden, Paula Hilton, Iain Owen
Moore, Anna Musial, Jenny Spires. ♥ Libby ♥ Iggy ♥
Bigger versions of these three pictures will be published on our Tumblr
blog, using the Emo
Update December 2017: Iggy - as you probably know -
died on the 13th of December 2017, about half an hour before her
seventieth birthday. However, we are still accepting donations that will
be used for her funeral and to help her husband Andy in this difficult
A message from Libby Gausden, Birdie Hop & The Holy Church of Iggy the
Soon Iggy will celebrate her seventieth birthday. Unfortunately she is
not doing well and she needs expensive medicine.
You can help by donating
some money. Everything helps.
We guarantee that the money will get to her.
The Iggy Bank are: Libby Gausden (GB), Paula (GB), Lisa (CA), Alex (DE),
Felix (BE) and the old bunch. Thanks to Brett for starting this way back
in 2012 and all our friends for supporting us.
Over the years people from around the globe have given Iggy some
support, not bragging about it to the outer world. That is why it hurts
to see that a Syd Barrett Facebook group posted the following about The
Iggy Bank and its plea to raise some money for Iggy Rose.
Him and his blog, in fact anything he's involved in, is everything
that's wrong with being a fan of Syd Barrett. (...) I sure wouldn't give
him any money for some "cause". (...) Paying Felix is maybe just giving
him drinking money.
The Iggy bank (it's a lame name, I agree) was started in January 2012
when some friends wanted to do something for her. Unlike some
underground heroes Iggy Rose didn't leave the sixties rich and famous.
Iggy lead a simple life, unaware of the fact that her iconic presence
helped business hippies selling coffee table books about record sleeves.
This is what we had to say way back in 2012:
The Iggy Bank is and will probably never be something official, we are
just a bunch of Internet friends who believe they are real people rather
than avatars. We give our word that all proceedings will go to Iggy.
Besides, if something would go wrong Libby Gausden has already promised
she will kick our butts.
The Iggy Bank Paypal funds are visible and fully open to the people
organising it, and it was actually Libby Gausden and Alex from Birdie
Hop who asked to resuscitate the 5 years old PayPal account.
Many thanks to all our donators and to the old and new friends who are
♥ Iggy ♥ Libby Gausden (GB) ♥ Alexander (DE) ♥ Amy (US)
♥ Antonio (ES) ♥ Eva (NL) ♥ Lisa (CA).
You could find many weird folk running around in London in the sixties,
but there was only one Eskimo. On the 13th of December 2017, just a
couple of minutes before her seventieth birthday, Iggy Rose, aka Iggy
the Eskimo, peacefully died.
She was born in the Himalayas, on the fourteenth of December 1947, in a
country she has always refused to name, but it was probably that part of
India that became Pakistan, after a particular bloody separation, with
its death toll running into the hundreds of thousands. Her father was an
officer in the British army who married a local beauty. Their first
child was Evelyn, but for one reason or another she would be known as
Iggy. Her mother gave her an indigenous name as well, Laldingliani,
meaning gift of the gods, in a language Iggy never spoke.
Update December 2017: Iggy's mother, so was confirmed to us,
wasn't from Pakistan, but from Mizoram, situated at the North-East of
India, sharing borders with Bangladesh and Myanmar.
Iggy grew up as any normal child, although she already had the special
gift of running into trouble. There is the family anecdote of the cat
Iggy wanted to pet in the garden, until her parents, or the servants,
found out it really was a hungry tiger on the loose.
For a while all went well, with Iggy and family living a luxurious and
protected life in one of the British enclaves, politely ignoring that a
civil war was raging around them. One day a mob invaded their house,
burned it down and, if Iggy’s recitation of the events is accurate, they
narrowly escaped a lynching party.
Next stop: Aden, Yemen. Another melting pot of colonial and religious
problems. This was only a temporary solution as the family returned to
England where they lived the upstairs life. Iggy always stayed vague
about her family ties, but there might have been some railway money in
the family, from the time that railways were still a great money-making
Iggy hit puberty, running away from home at fourteen, discovering boys,
girls, booze, and speed. These were the days when young adults refused
to lead the life of their grey parents, refused to listen to that boring
BBC and refused to agree with the après-guerre nuclear
warmongering. There may also have been some family turmoil, at times
Iggy alluded to that, other times she just blamed her exit from home
upon her temperamental character.
Iggy danced through life, her pretty looks and free spirit mostly
assured her some food and a place to stay. Through a well-known DJ she
turned from mods to rockers and Brighton was changed for London.
Enter Brian and Keith and others, for what could be called a groupie
career, although she never was a groupie pur sang. In contrast to
some flower power beauties who have made a fortune by talking out of
bed, Iggy stayed discrete about the people she met, from Beatles to
Yardbirds. There is the story how she was at a Rolling Stones party,
went 'home' in the evening, slept on the stairs of a house portal,
returning the next day as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
Probably for Iggy, it was. She never was a trophy hunter, nor a fortune
Iggy and Jenny Spires met at Biba and they went to a Dusty Springfield après-event.
Jenny returned the favour and introduced her to Syd Barrett who had left
Pink Floyd, a band Iggy wasn’t particularly fond of. Iggy had always
been more of a Motown girl. She stayed for a couple of weeks at Wetherby
Mansions and she visited Barrett over the period of a few months, until
– one day – Duggie Fields told her that Syd didn’t live there any more.
The legend that Iggy vanished all of a sudden isn’t true, she just
wasn’t traceable on the Floydian radar any more. In those days it was
enough to move a couple of blocks where she frequented other, equally
alternative and underground, circles. There were painters, musicians,
actors, movie directors...
It is the darkest period of the year, literally and figuratively. Today,
the 27th of December 2017, Iggy's funeral takes place at Worthing
Crematorium. We can only wish for strength for Iggy's husband, her
family, her friends... A big thank you for the Birdies and Nesters who
have supported Iggy all these years...
After most funerals, people sit together and commemorate the deceased,
and slowly the tears are being replaced with laughter, when funny
remembrances and anecdotes fill the atmosphere... It is a necessary part
of the grieving process and we are pretty sure that people can go on for
hours recalling Iggy's funnier moments.
A couple of years ago, 2013 already!, multi-instrumentalist and
Barrett-buff Rich Hall recorded an album called Birdie
Hop & the Sydiots. Its concept was to catalogue the wacky
aspects of Barrett fandom, including cosmic brides, silly reverends and
goofing administrators of various Syd Barrett Facebook groups.
One of the highlights of the album was a track called The Reverend,
clearly a reverie about the Holy Church of Iggy the Inuit and its main
obsession: Iggy the Eskimo. For Iggy's seventieth birthday Rich, with
some help of his dog Porthos, recorded an acoustic version of the song.
Unfortunately Iggy never heard it and as such the song has now become a
fitting tribute. From Rich to Iggy, from Porthos to Doogle, we present
you Iggy's message that is love.
Gigolo aunts & uncles
Back in better days, June 2015, Iggy was invited to Cambridge at the
Hop meeting. Men On The Border joined as well, giving an exclusive
concert at the Rathmore Club. After the gig there was some time for an
acoustic sing-a-long with the band, fans, Cantabrigian mafia rockers and
a pretty unstoppable Iggy. Revive it here... original videos from Göran
Nyström and Solo En Las Nubes blogger Antonio Jesús Reyes.
Happy belated birthday Iggy. Hundreds of fans will never forget you.
Many thanks to: Rich Hall, Men On The Border, Göran Nystrom, Antonio
Jesús Reyes. ♥ Iggy ♥ Libby ♥ Paula ♥
Great news for these desolate autumn times. On Tuesday, 23 October 2018,
Nigel Young found a 1968 documentary, featuring none other than Iggy the
Eskimo. He was so friendly to warn the Church about his discovery.
Simultaneously Alex Hoffmann (from Birdie
Hop) and Antonio Jesús Reyes (from Solo
En Las Nubes) also informed the Reverend of this pretty spectacular
find. Let's have a closer look, shall we?
Hippies St Germans
“Hippies at the Port Eliot Estate in St Germans explain a happy hippy
way of life and are welcomed by the Earl.”
The full movie can be watched (for free) at the BFI archives, but
unfortunately it has been geo-blocked for users outside Great Britain,
but as these are the days of the interweb means and methods exist to
circumvent that: Hippies
St Germans. A short excerpt with only the Iggy bits and pieces
(direct link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tHaIiZFiNA).
Here is how the movie is described by BFI:
Peregrine Eliot aka from 1988 the tenth Earl of St Germans has opened
his estate to a community of hippies who seek an alternative way of
life. This dreamy film sees news reporter Dale Le Vack meet members of
the community and attempts to explore aspirations for centring and
pooling resources including giving up traditional living in the pursuit
of harmony, freedom, self-sufficiency and vegetarianism.
This sounds all very idyllic, but the hippies in the movie, although
unwashed, weren't really hippies to begin with. Except the one we call a
It has been stated before that the psychedelic in-crowd of the
mid-sixties were not a part of the proletariat, although they liked to
mingle with ordinary work-folk like – let's say – Mick
Jagger, to show that they were not snobby. It even was mentioned in
a 1965 Daily Express column from William Hickey:
There's no harm these days in knowing a Rolling Stone... And pop people
do not seem to mind who they mix with. Some of their best friends, in
fact, are fledglings from the upper classes.
Ordinary men – despite the social, cultural and sexual revolution this
was still mainly a patriarchal clique – who managed to throw their
working class shackles away and entered the progressive ranks of society
were embraced in aristocratic circles as a long lost brother returning
from a spiritual voyage to Shangri-La. Actor Terence Stamp, originally a
working-class boy, 'gleefully expressed his delight that'...
...some yobbo like me could get into the Saddle Room [a hip nightclub]
and dance with the Duchess of Bedford's daughter, and get hold of her,
and get taken down to Woburn Abbey to hang out for a long weekend and
have dinner in the Canaletto Room.(Taken from the very relevant and
wild Sloanes who made the Sixties happen, by John Walsh.)
“Dexter loved the attention of the 'aristos'.”, Iggy told the Church. He
entered the posh social circles by befriending the Ormsby-Gore sisters,
Jane, Victoria and Alice
(aka the Harlechs) and David
Mlinaric, the British-Austro-Hungarian interior designer who had,
among his clients, Mick Jagger, Eric Clapton and Lord Rotschild. Jeff
The people around Granny's were rich kids, beautiful people, but that
was no barrier for me. They were just people making things happen.
Though they had the advantage that they could get a shop together and
set up businesses. (DITL, P221)
Barry Miles had about the same opinion:
The music business was the main way in which the working class became
involved. The people who were involved with fashion or art tended to be
much more upper class. (DITL, P92)
One place to meet, during the day, was the Baghdad House (or BDH) on
Fulham Road where you sat on cushions and could drink a yoghurt with
honey and smoke some hash downstairs. Barry Miles notes that the place
was difficult to raid because of its many important visitors: Beatles,
Stones and their aristocratic friends.
Iggy, to her own account, never was a part of the London elite in-crowd,
but mingled with them at different occasions. This came naturally to
her, Iggy originated from a well-to-do upper middle-class family who
tried to raise her as a well-mannered ladylike debutante. As a child she
had several private tutors who taught her the piano, violin, harp, flute
and classical guitar. She had a voice coach learning her how to sing.
She took ballet classes with a 'madame who was a sadist throwback from
the Gestapo', as Iggy once vividly described to us. All these lessons
were to no avail as she was a bratty stubborn kid with a mind of her
own. Iggy wanted freedom and if that meant running away from home at 14,
so be it. She could easily have entered the elite to live a protected
and secure life, she certainly had the manners and – frankly – the looks
for it, but freedom was much more important to her than having a full
stomach and a bed to sleep in, trapped in a golden cage.
Before we get to the travelling would-be hippies, let's have some extra
Mark Palmer, 5th Baronet (whatever that means), whose godmother
happened to be queen Elizabeth II, opened the English Boy modelling
agency in 1965. It was located above the Quorum store, from Ossie
Clark and Alice Pollock, who asked Iggy to model some clothes on the
catwalk. (She probably was too insecure and refused.)
On another floor of the same building lived Brian Jones with his
girlfriend (and model) Melanie Susan 'Suki' Potier (often written as
Poitier). But that didn't stop him from inviting Iggy Rose from time to
time for some quality entertainment.
Rainey originally was a designer for Quorum, but he opened his own
shop Hung On You in 1965. Iggy wasn't the only one who found him
an Adonis. Anita Pallenberg:
Michael was just so wonderful and so handsome. I think everybody I knew
had a crush on him in those days. (RSG, P192)
Rainey was married to Jane Teresa Denyse Ormsby-Gore, the Lady
Jane from the Rolling Stones song and daughter of David
Ormsby-Gore, 5th Baron Harlech, a conservative politician and
diplomat. Iggy Rose knew the couple pretty welll:
Michael Rainey owned a men's clothes shop, and there was a modelling
agency called English Boy. I mixed with that set. The models at that
agency were out of this world.
For some pictures of the English Boy models you can go to this page
and it is no wonder that Iggy felt at ease with so many beauties around
Tears in Heaven
Jane's younger sister was the 'tragically beautiful' Alice Ormsby-Gore,
but she and Iggy didn't get along as they had been dating the same
guitar player for some time. One night - in 1968 - at The Speakeasy
Iggy was on the dance floor, 'lost in music and totally entranced', when Eric
Clapton arrived with 17 year old Alice Ormsby-Gore by his side.
Almost four decades later, when Iggy told this anecdote to the Church,
she was still not proud of her behaviour that night.
She threw one of her legendary temper tantrums and had to be removed
from the nightclub. At first another guitarist hugged her and tried to
calm her down by softly chanting hare krishna. But Iggy was too
angry and refused to leave the Speak with him. A baffled George
Harrison could only shake his head at so many stubbornness. At last
one of the managers (Roy Flynn or Mike Carey, probably) escorted Iggy to
his office where she cooled down with a hot cup of tea, sitting on the
Through our conversations with Iggy we learned that she had quite a
crush for the alleged lady-killer. After their breakup he denied that it
had ever happened and we wonder if this has ever been described in one
of the many Clapton biographies.
Perhaps it was all for the better. It is rumoured that Eric Clapton did
not treat his fiancé well during their five year relationship and after
the breakup he said he had never loved her. Alice followed Eric in his
heroin addiction and while Clapton could recover Alice died of an
overdose in 1995.
Other friends of Iggy, through Jeff Dexter, were the eldest Lambton
sisters: “Beatrice took care of me for a while.” Iggy probably meant
Lady Beatrix Nevill (née: Lambton, 1949) who had four sisters: Lucinda
(1943), Rose Diana (1952), Anne Mary (1954) and Isabella (1958). Their
father was Lord Antony
Claud Frederick Lambton, an MP who was caught in 1973 in a (minor)
political scandal after he was found in bed with two prostitutes and
Iggy probably only knew the two older sisters Beatrix and Lucinda, as
the others were far too young. There is not a lot more that can be said
as they apparently stayed out the gossip pages, at least in the sixties.
wrote several books, was a photographer and an acclaimed TV broadcaster.
Her younger sister Anne
Lambton was a confidantes of Andy Warhol and starred in the Sex
Pistols biography Sid and Nancy. In 2013 the family sued each other over
the £12 million estate of their deceased father.
The age of Aquarius was one were many youngsters were looking for an
alternative lifestyle, an alternative philosophy, an alternative
religion. In some cases this meant throwing those restraining British
Christian traditions overboard, replacing these with equally restricting
oriental ones and paradoxically claiming this new set of standards was
liberating. Some aristocrats sought it closer to home. Keith Richards,
in his autobiography, Life, remembers:
There were a lot of Pre-Raphaelites running around in velvet with
scarves tied to their knees, like the Ormsby-Gores, looking for the Holy
Grail, the Lost Court of King Arthur, UFOs and ley lines.
Iggy Rose visited the castle at Port
Eliot (St Germans, Cornwall) with Michael Rainey and some other
people of the smart set. Among them Henrietta
Moraes (née: Audrey Wendy Abbott) who had been an equally
free-spirited woman and junkie, although a decade and a half before. She
was the muse and inspiration for many artists of the Soho subculture,
including Lucian Freud, Francis Bacon and Maggi Hambling. Iggy the
There's a place in Cornwall called Port Elliot. A bloke I knew called
Peregrine has a castle there. For the May Day celebrations a party of
his friends would gather round the village, which upset the Morris
dancers. Peregrine's beautiful ladies were sitting astride the horses
that were adorned with flower garlands, dressed as dames from King
The above probably means that Iggy visited the castle more than once, as
she was there with Michael Rainey and - later - with Mark Palmer's gypsy
Master and Servants
The master of the estate (as he is so accurately described by his
grovelling interviewer) was Peregrine Eliot, 10th Earl of St Germans. He
was a partner in Seltaeb,
the Beatles merchandising company from the sixties. He was married to
Jacquetta Jean Frederika Lampson, a daughter of a well known British
diplomat. Jacquetta had been a model for Lucian Freud and performed in
the 1967 movie Echoes
of Silence. Also present in the documentary is her sister Roxana
'Bunty' Rose Catherine Naila Lampson. She was married to Ian Ross, who
co-founded Radio Caroline.
As the summer of 1967 slid into autumn, things paled. Hippie and
flower-child fashions became a high-street style rather than a statement
of individualism. Sporting flowers in your hair or marigolds drawn in
biro on your cheeks became passé. Many boutiques closed down. Michael
Rainey and Jane Ormsby-Gore embarked on a spiritual quest. 'We were
seriously into soul-seeking and going on fasts and meditating,' she said
later. 'We left London, sold everything, gave away everything, and went
to live in Gozo [Malta, FA].'
Another aristocrat had a different idea. Sir Mark Palmer seriously
wanted to find the Holy Grail. He dressed as the archetypal druid from
the Asterix cartoons and travelled through Britain in a horse-drawn
gypsy caravan, taking with him some like-minded souls like musician Dave
Tomlin from the guerrilla underground band The Giant Sun
Trolley who played at the legendary '14th Hour Technicolor Dream'
(later they evolved into The Third Ear Band).
Maldwyn Thomas, an English Boy model, was there as well from the start:
I was round at Mark's flat in Radnor Walk and he said, 'I'm going to
drop out, do you want to come?' (…) It wasn't luxurious travelling in a
caravan. Quite the opposite. (…) We bought a dung-cart, a sort of tipper
cart. We put a tilt on it and wrapped it in canvas and it was very, very
primitive. Mark bought this horse, a huge black and white mare. That was
the start – and we set off. (DITL, P216)
The caravan was far from luxurious, but – for some reason or another –
the idea appealed to many people, although some just visited the
traveller's band for a weekend, like Brian Jones and his girlfriend Suki.
Mark Palmer wasn't the only one to roam through England in a
horse-driven caravan. Barry Miles took over the lease of the Michael and
Jane Rainey house when they decided to move. Its living room had a
yellow carpet and that (allegedly) inspired Donovan to write Mellow
Yellow. Before they relocated to Malta they also went on a Holy Grail
They were into ley lines and flying saucers and that sort of cuts across
all sorts of class barriers; When Jane and Michael left London they went
in a sort of gypsy caravan travelling along ley lines to Wales with
motorcycle out-riders. This is a sort of eccentricity you've always had
among English aristocrats. They're famous for being very cuckoo, a lot
of them. (RSG, P237)
A bunch of aristocrat hippies, travelling along the ley lines looking
for UFOs and celebrating unsolicited sex. Who could refuse such an
offer? Certainly not Iggy:
There was a glorious summer where I travelled around in a beautifully
painted real-life gypsy caravan, pulled by a magnificent cart horse. At
first I did not realise who Mark Palmer was. I thought he and his gang
were hippies like me. Mark was my knight in shining armour, who took me
under his wings.
Mark Palmer continued his quest till the mid-seventies. He and his gang
of rich libertine new-age followers overwintered at Stargroves, a manor
house at East Woodhay (Hampshire), owned by Mick Jagger.
So there you have it, the story of Iggy and her summer trip on a gypsy
caravan, as documented by news reporter Dale Le Vack.
A last word...
It is not sure why Iggy left the commune, probably after the summer of
1968, but maybe her aversion of vegetarianism had something to do with
I have done the hippy commune... with the lentils and mantra and bongo
bashing and tuneless flute playing. There was lots of plonk and
unspiritual drugs... I'm not a diabetic! I just craved for the bloodiest
That's our Iggy like we know her. She never could stay long at one place.
Our Tumblr page has got some more pictures: Port
Eliot. If you recognise some of the people portraited in the
documentary, let us know!
Note: some sources claim it's Ormsby Gore, without the hyphen, but as
Wikipedia puts it with one, i.c. Ormsby-Gore, that's the spelling we've
used for this article.
Many thanks to: Jeff Dexter, Alex Peter Hoffmann, Jay Jeer, London
in the 60s & 70s, Antonio Jesús Reyes, The Iggy Rose Archives,
Mim Scala, Nigel Young. ♥ Libby ♥ Iggy ♥
Sources (other than the above internet links): Green, Jonathon: Days
In The Life, Pimlico, London, 1998, p.187-190., p.92, 216, 221. Levy,
Shawn: Ready Steady Go!, Broadway Books, New York, 2003,
p.192,237. Miles, Barry: In The Sixties, Rocket 88, London,
2017 (updated version), p.298. Miles, Barry: London Calling,
Atlantic Books, London, 2010, p.213, 263.