Sunday, December 6, 2009
Blue-blooded hat fan, buck-teethed stately home resident, stellar style eccentric and Tatler magazine fashion director. Blow, nee Delves Broughton, loved tartan, “discovered” Sophie Dahl and Alexander McQueen (she bought Lee's entire Central St Martin’s graduation collection) and kept Irish society milliner Philip Treacy in business.
In her last decade, she became the primary muse for the latter’s surreally fabulous creations, famous for wearing his wacky lobsters, fans and architectural experiments on her noggin whenever she went out and about, not to mention at her last hurrah - her coffin was topped with a Treacy creation instead of a floral tribute.
“Izzy” to her friends, Blow was a creative genius with oodles of ideas and demons to match. After several failed attempts to do herself in (she once jumped off the Hammersmith flyover) she finally succeeded, fatally drinking weedkiller in 2007. A great loss - they don't make 'em like Blow anymore, more's the pity.
Posted by Mrs Press at 1:51 AM