This is harsh. I'm thinking in lyrics right now so you'll have to forgive the incoherence (brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare).
Once in a while, you loose someone in the public domain who really matters to you. When Alexander McQueen passed, I was upset for days and couldn't look at any fashion for weeks (it's loud and it's tasteless and I've heard it before).
But this, this is worse. I can't think of another artist, designer, musician or icon who's had a deeper, more profound influence on my sense of style than David Bowie. I know I'm not alone in this: if you doubt me, try to imagine what popular culture would look like without him (she opened strange doors we'll never close again).
When the news broke this morning, I didn't need to think about it. I instinctively reached for a sharp shouldered velvet jacket and gold pants, two things I've never put together before which probably wouldn't exist without him. I've always thought they'd be a bit much flash for one outfit, (trying hard to fit among your scheme of things) but today they're just right.
You can probably tell my heart's not in it (your face is a mess) but today is Day 1 of my Bowie challenge. This week, I'm going to dress more like my hero, and I'd love it if you join me, because I know there's more where this came from. With so many faces to choose from, who could fail to be inspired?