there, is that you? My oh my, you look great!
dear, you, erm...
Bowie in Berlin, Low
check it out...
what? U killed that man and u’d never heard his Berlin trilogy?
never heard his Berlin trilogy, I was always more into the
personas; the glam rock theater; for the people! Not elitist,
much avant-garde, black box bric-a-brac..
scratching with hand)
Chck out the claws on her,
I’ll give u that. I misjudged
figured you’d be all Underground LIT, cool-detached… But I agree.
the Berlin trilogy is an assault on theatre AND music for that
as some might argue it put an end to both as we knew them...
we can agree on is the manner by which Bowie is remembered
disciplines: Theatrical and Musical at once…
only those two… I think that sums it up… Incredible, he thought
reinvention and change.
truly sorry for your loss. He has died, yet he lives too.
away tear but turns head and grabs make-up bag for concealer)
has their way of working, so do I u know, we have our rules....
really good at what I do... Anyways, you can’t say we don’t work
same people. To move on one must leave behind, surely you
this of all others?
haven’t looked behind since Lady Die….
ever just stop and think about what it is you’re doing, what are
a plane, Wonder Woman? Who are you?
I'm your baby sister
know, very funny, family of decay… but seriously...
female because the two main
categories were taken by men and things. Male and Neutral.
is neither, which I preferred. I’m like a recipe, I come together when things
collide, ‘always crashing in the same car’ (Bowie, 1977).
CIcero, speak to me in layman’s terms, get
off your high horse!
chevalier en armure brillante...
your cards right…
darling, Well, you know how we started this conversation ?
same as always, I complimented you on your shape, you are looking
healthy… I can tell… Health must be in vogue or something cus not
so long ago it was all heroin and marlboro lights.... Hmmm.. then you
made some remark
style that I didn’t know if I should take it as a complement…
Tbh, it felt like you were taking the piss...
mentioned your hood, you always wear a hood, and gave it a marker,
association, or analogy as a form of recognition. While it allows me
you, you in your turn have to reassess that which you thought,
perhaps, was strictly yours.
I looked well, which is nice, it’s a formal comment that is nice
retorted by commenting on your hood, an aspect of your ‘look’
that obscures precisely that. The hood, or habit to which it belongs,
is a strange example of fashion. Agamben wrote about it. To wear the
habit, with its belt, hood, and neutral colour, as when donned by
monks, ‘was an example of a way of life’ (Agamben, 2013, p.15).
The habit is a visualization of the renunciation of vanity.
confused for a moment)
a contradiction... but fashion loves those...
by complimenting you on that, there remained the suggestion that the
way it concealed your face was what was in fact nice about it.
away hurt and confused)
little smoochy-poo, come here you
arm around Death)
you put out the lights, I turn on another, I want to see where things
stick to our story…
is by no means neutral, as the monks intended them to be: the fashion
of renunciation: perhaps the most glamorous look of all! I think this
is what the Bowie album cover stands testament to.
the idea of neutrality, Maleness, Nudity, Truth, Normal, these are
highly fashionable constructs…
for rhetorical effect)
Hammons - In the Hood, 1993
a reference to the hoodies worn by young, black men living in the
slums in America. Here, the hooded identity of the young black male
is in terms of their fashion statement both an escape from their
racial identification –
a daily nuisance
resulting in their being mistakenly or purposefully murdered by
and a signification of what they represent in a society that doesn’t
recognize them as equals; a disidentification, to borrow Munoz’
term. David Hammons hung the black hoody up upon the white walls of
the white cube gallery. A fashion statement. Art can’t even
represent racial bias, it’s too busy with what it can see: it’s
that’s strong, I admit. It’s simple and I like that. Black and
Sun begins to shine. Death looks up and begins to wiggle his head
while removing his hood to reveal the chalk-white complexion of his
skull. He lets the sun shine right through his empty eye-sockets.
to himself now)
good... Black and white.
guess you’re the only white 'person' who can make a
takes a deep Ouija Breath, as it becomes quite clear he is not
listening. He takes out a spliff, ignites it and smokes while blowing
huge smoke-rings. Fashion watches him in amusement, amazed at the
fact that he doesn’t offer her anything.
G. (2013) The Highest Poverty: Monastic
Rules and Form-of-Life.
Stanford: Stanford University Press
D. (1977) Low
by TonyVisconti and Brian Eno. Los Angeles: RCA.