I had no idea who Iggy was when I heard him on Patti's live broadcast from the Roxy in January, 1976 (a bootleg called "Teenage Perversity and Ships in the Night," well worth finding and getting!). I never heard of the Stooges when Phast Phreddie brought Ron Asheton to my home on October 30, 1976 when I gave Phred a birthday party in my rented valley home. I shot Iggy at the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium on Friday, April 15, 1977. Hellin, Mary Rat and I shared two folding chairs, not easy as I'm not a slim gal. I couldn't use flash (the Civic forbade photographers). I used an adapter that allowed me to zoom in, but cut the light way down. So with no flash and the two girls bouncing up and down, it's a miracle I got any decent shots. Iggy loves my "TV Eye" shot! He praised my photography and wondered where I'd come from, just appearing and taking great shots. I was busy earning art degrees when the Stooges were playing, but I never studied photography, much to my regret now. Bowie supported Iggy on that tour, bathed in only a red light so the focus was on Iggy.

I think I met Iggy in ummer 1977. It was my habit to purchase diet pills, often black beauties, from doctors. I'd been taking them on and off since junior high school or well over a decade, although they drove me crazy and rarely helped me lose weight. I am rather hyper --people often accuse me of speeding when I don't even drink caffeine, so I'd pour them into three empty glycerin caps, take one, and stay up for 2 or 3 days in my closet darkroom. How else you think I made so many prints? I stopped doing it when I realized I got nasty colds from this bad habit. Funny how I didn't get as sick when I later shot speed directly into my veins (which of course provided a much better rush).

I was about to go to bed one morning when the phone rang. It was the guys who ran Iggy's fan club. They were going to his rented Malibu house and wanted me to photograph the event. I had no film, no sleep and could barely keep my eyes open, let alone drive. They picked me up, we bought film and were joined by Hellin and Pleasant. At one point Iggy was playing the fab Cab Calloway [Minnie the Moocher] and I immediately perked up. I couldn't understand why Iggy then played different music. The guys later told me that he liked to manipulate people and because I liked the music, he changed it.

According to Juxtapoz, June 2004, Bowie gave Iggy paints and paper and encouraged him to paint, and these were among the results. I managed to get some shots of these paintings, later rumored to be lost in storage.

I shot Iggy many more times, but none as memorable as that first show. I have shots of him holding his penis, but they are not scanned yet.

It was not the last time I saw Iggy. That happened many months later when he called me late at night and we ending up fucking each other. I was watching "Frenchman's Creek," about a wealthy married woman and her pirate lover. I answered the phone and was asked if I had ludes. I said, "who is this?" cos I wasn't selling drugs and people didn't ask me for drugs at that time. He said "Iggy" and he was downstairs. I grabbed my slides from the April 15, 1977 Santa Monica Civic show. I left them with his manager and Laura, who lived down there as he grabbed me and took me back upstairs and fucked me. All I remember is he has the BIGGEST TONGUE. Yummy. But he wouldn't sign my "Raw Power" album, saying he would in the morning, but didn't.

I schtupped Iggy. Pleasant had several months before, but she lusted for him for years. I wonder what other men we shared? Ha ha!!! And yet I keep reading about how punks didn't have sex. That certainly was not the case for us LA punks! We all had active sex lives. I even did it with one of Iggy's roadies in San Francisco. But I ain't no groupie. My identity is as an artist who fell into photography as yet another form of expression. I've made art since I was a toddler.

Why do you think it's called "sex 'n' drugs 'n' rock 'n' roll," that sex is the first word in that phrase? Cos if you don't get all hot and excited seeing Iggy or the Clash or the Ramones at their height, then what's wrong with you?? Maybe it's the weather, but LA punks got it on with a lot of performers, roadies, and each other. The stories I hear . . . we lead lusty lives!