This one must have been *just* before a facelift, because as small and low-quality as this scan is, I can *still* make out the bags under his eyes. Wild night, Dave? Although I can't imagine he'd have time to party, what with all the upkeep a mullet of that caliber requires...
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Oh, dear. There's so much to be said about this one. You've got to appreciate the daring, experimental nature of this particular outfit. Bowie doesn't mind pushing the envelope by pairing a yellow tanktop with his own white, hairless, totally-lacking-in-muscle-tone-and-pushing-40 frame, a combination that a more cautious aging rock star might not have risked. Oh, but that's our Bowie, never sticks to the safe side of fashion. I also appreciate the timeless rubber sandals/white socks combo, as well as the big brass belt-buckle. Great job, Dave, really.
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This picture's almost cute. *Almost*. "Look, I'm 40 and I still haven't lost my girlish figure! Check out those ribs! Can *you* see *your* ribs, Lou? I don't think so!"
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*Laugh*
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Love the fake tear drop tattoo under his eye. Because when I think "tough-guy," "convict," or "rebel with a bike," I can't help but think "David Bowie." Oh, yeah.
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I find this one strangely alluring - when I first saw a coloured version on the cover of the "Time Will Crawl" single, I actually felt compelled to pull the thing out and stare at it, thereby humiliating myself to the music lovers around me. Yeah, I know, I should have quickly flipped past, but it called to me. It said, "Dingy leather jacket. Frosted foot-long quiff. You know you want me." I dropped it, shaken, vowing never to get within a mile of it again.
(All pictures taken from GoodMorningGirl's Glass Spider Gallery)
