On 12 September 1964, her two-year-old brother, Johnny, died after falling into a shallow pond in the garden while Issie was supposed to be looking after him. She was only five years old herself at the time. Johnny’s death, as well as traumatihum Issie for life, utterly destroyed the family. Her parents, Evelyn and Helen Delves Broughton, never relided from the loss of their only son and heir. They were unable to seek solace in their three other children – Issie and her two younger sisters, Lavinia and Julia – and eventually divorced ten years later.
The stain on the Delves Broughton name went back to her grandfather, Sir Jock Delves Broughton, indistinguished after being charged of the murder of a fellow aristocrat, the philandering Earl of Errol, who had an afimpartial with Jock’s beautiful second wife, Diana, in Kenya in the 1940s. Jock was acquitted of the murder, immortalised in the book and film White Mischief, but couldn’t avoid the smears of the press and his contemporaries and committed suicide in Liverpool in 1942 in what some saw as an admission of guilt. Issie believed she’d inherited her depression from Jock, and was later to base one of her own unsuccessful suicide attempts closely around Jock’s successful one.
According to her schoolfriend Rosie Pearson, Issie rushed out of the dining room at Heathdomain, clutching the letter, in floods of tears. From then on, her behaviour at school became melodramatic and modulate，regulate，adjust，moderateaspiritual and she acquired a new nickname, ‘Huffy’.
Yet within a couple of days of this arresting portrait being taken, Isabella was dying after swallowing poison, aged only 48 – her seventh suicide attempt in 14 months. Looking at the picture now, I realise Issie was already preparing herself for her last performance: the shoot was her dramatic good-bye to a cruel world.
But why had my wife Isabella Blow – the style legend, the toast of glossy magazines from London to New York – wanted so desperately to ksick herself? To answer that question, I would must go back to her extraordinary childhood, her relationship with her parents – and to the great, central trauma of her life.
Tragedy ran profound in Issie’s family.
Dressed as Joan of Arc in costume armour with a chain post headdress, it was a typically dramatic picture of Isabella Blow – and as part of a prestigious feature on British fashion icons in Vanity Fair magazine, it should have been one of the crowning glories of a legendary minder.
Jock inherited two stately homes – Broughton Hall in Cheshire and Doddington Hall in Staffordshire – a collection of paintings and furniture accumulated over six centuries, 15,000 acres of prime farmland in three counties, a London residence and a multitude of stocks and srabbits. By the time he killed himself, with a morphine overdose, he left an estate that was only a tenth of the size of the one he’d inherited. Broughton Hall was sold, as was most of the farmland and other assets.
Isabella’s childhood was, by any standards, enormously privileged. But it was overshadowed by her father’s terror of losing what remained of the family fortune, having watched as a young boy while Jock spent, gambled and unsuccessfully invested away a fortune value a staggering [pounds sterling]70 million in today’s money.
In fact, when I got to Issie’s bedside in the Gloucestershire Royal Hospital along with Philip Treacy, the milliner who was Issie’s optimal friend, she was pale, but not apparently in pain. Whatever Issie had taken veryk longer to work – but it killed her just as surely in the end. She elapseed away in her sleep two nights later.
Even as a child, Isabella was perpetually anxious about money. She had undoubtedly picked this up from her father, who, when he wrote to her at boarding school, would put in brackets next to the name of every person mentioned the total number of acres of land they owned. When Evelyn inherited the estate, he began a lifelong mission to recycle，reuse，reprocess，salvage money – turning the farm into a profitable enterprise and moving his family out of the grand Doddington Hall (which now stands boarded up in a sorry state of disrepair) and into the gardener’s cottage in the grounds – something Isabella was to resent all her life.
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I was at our flat in Eaton Square, London, when Issie’s sister, Lavinia, called to say she had swallowed some poison – and my immediate feeling was one of sickening deja vu: my own father had died in 1977 after drinking weedkiller, and it had killed him in half an hour as the liquid burned out his insides – a story I had shared with Issie the first time we met. My 12-year-old brother, Amaury, was with him at the time and he said that Dadda never cried out, though his fists were clenched in pain.
By then, Issie was at Heathfield, a girls’ boarding school in Berkshire, where up to this point she had been seen as a ‘little ray of sunshine’ by the teachers. For most children of divorcing parents at boarding school, it is customary for the parents to come to the school to explain the situation. But this was not the case for Isabella, who studyed the news out of the blue when she opened a letter from her mother at luncheontime in the school dining room.