According to Wikipedia, the Donovan song, "Jennifer Juniper" was actaully written about Patti's sister, Jenny Boyd, who later married a drummer (can't remember which one, but he was famous all right.) It seems as if the Boyd sisters were quite the muses when it came to rock songs. They obviously had something to offer other than just their looks.
You're so vain, you probably think this post is about you.
I think beauty is often inspirational. So maybe it was just their looks. Although, I never thought Patti was so pretty. The buckteeth and all. Maybe she looked better in person. Like they say about Linda.
That's a good picture of her. But she usually doesn't look like that. I mean, she's photogenic. That's why she was a model. But in AHDN, she looks different. I'm not saying she's not pretty, just not drop dead gorgeous like she's made out to be. But I'm a girl so what do I know about it.
My life in fashion: We were braver in the Sixties Carola Long
Patti Boyd tells our correspondent about ashram chic
I’ve never thought of myself as good-looking. I always thought: “How amazing, I’ve got away with it.” All the other girls were so beautiful. When I started as a model in the early 1960s, I found it quite demeaning. I would trot around the studios trying to persuade photographers that I was going to be the model. There were no make-up artists or hairdressers unless you were working for one of the big magazines. You’d have to take your own accessories, make-up and hairpieces.
Towards the end of my modelling career I wanted to be on the other side of the camera. I started taking photographs in about 1964 as a hobby, and about 20 years ago professionally. I learnt how to print, too, because then you are in control from the minute you take the picture to the end result. It’s so different from the lack of control that you have as a model.
When I went to India with the Beatles in 1968 we just wore very simple outfits — the kurta, which is a long shirt, with long pyjama trousers. We hardly went out of the ashram because we were too busy meditating, so tailors would be brought in and the same kurta-and-pyjama look would be made again and again.
I used to send frantic postcards from India to the Beatles’ management, asking them to buy me a pair of shoes or a dress that I’d seen in a magazine because none of these things were within my grasp. I’d suddenly imagine something I wanted, such as a pair of clear plastic high-heeled shoes, or I’d send Ossie Clark a card asking him to make me a silk bikini — ridiculous things like that. Our dress was so simplified, I thought it would be nice to wear a bikini or high heels for a change.
It’s extraordinary to see young girls now wearing the same sort of clothes that we wore in the 1960s — low-slung belts, short skirts and boots. It is a bit of déjà vu; the styles are similar in a way but the fabric and the cut are better — in the 1960s they used to make everything out of viscose and nylon.
People were braver in the 1960s and there were more fashion eccentrics who would just throw things together. I always thought that Anita Pallenberg looked really cool and sexy. She was almost like the Kate Moss of the decade. There’s a cool picture of her with Marianne Faithfull in the exhibition. Now we are dictated to by magazines.
I’m not really a conformist. I used to create clothes myself, such as lilac suede gladiator sandals with little buckles up to the knee. A bootmaker in Camden Town used to make things up for me.
Viyella persuaded me to model for them last year. It’s fabulous to see older women like Twiggy modelling. I think it’s important to represent women of different ages.
Sometimes I feel confident in my style, sometimes I don’t. I remember the evening that Eric Clapton wrote the song Wonderful Tonight about me; I was trying to get dressed, trying something on, taking it off, agonising endlessly, and Eric was bored of waiting. It’s funny, I can’t remember where we were going or what I wore in the end, though.
Through The Eyes of a Muse, photographs by Patti Boyd, is at the Proud Central Gallery until July 23. http://www.proud.co.uk
According to Wikipedia, the Donovan song, "Jennifer Juniper" was actaully written about Patti's sister, Jenny Boyd, who later married a drummer (can't remember which one, but he was famous all right.) It seems as if the Boyd sisters were quite the muses when it came to rock songs. They obviously had something to offer other than just their looks.