~thanks from the strange kids~

January 11th, 2016


For two years I’ve lived a few blocks from David Bowie and Iman’s loft on Lafayette Street in SoHo. Their place is directly above the library branch I visit a couple times a week and I’ve imagined I would see him one day, catching a cab or putting out the recycling. I knew when that happened Bowie would be ambushed by an utterly uncool fangirl exhibiting none of that well-worn NYC discretion. If I had my way there would be hugs, and if today is any indication, there would be tears too.





What I would have said is Thank You. Thanks for Ziggy Stardust, whose hair my mother copied and Young Americans, her copy of which was covered in my kid powdered sugar fingerprints. Thanks for Scary Monsters, whose poster graced my eleven-year-old bedroom wall and Low and Hunky Dory that got me through hard times. Thanks for The Man Who Fell to Earth and The Hunger, Aladdin Sane and the Thin White Duke. Thanks for Diamond Dogs, Heroes, Lodger, Station to Station. Thanks for creating a soundtrack for my life and the lives of some of my very favorite people.




Thanks for being a fierce, literate libertine, giving permission when I so badly needed it and inspiration always. Thank you for being the very best bad influence, dear Auntie Bowie. Thanks from the kooks and strange kids! And thank you for ★. A brave and generous artist to the end.


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