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