RIP David Bowie, the man who’s gone to heaven.

Hot tracks, cool suits, he was the slipstream where art and narrative collided.

I met him many moons ago as a film extra – we chatted over a chicken sandwich whilst having our hair highlighted together..he would eventually cut my throat. Not many people can say that..

The Picasso of pop and an enigma to the end: A superstar that, in a news crazy world where titbits are commodity and nothing is sacred, managed to keep his illness a secret and death a shock.  Utter respect.

Laters, Kate x