Hideous, aren't they?
The other day I was looking at NLMD photos for a few good yucks, and it occured to me that most pictures from that period are so bad that they deserve some special recognition all their own. I mean, you could pick any NLMD-era photograph at random, and it could easily fit into the five worst. So I've chosen to celebrate the *worst* of the worst here, because standing out as bad in that kind of company is really an amazing feat. 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... - - -
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. - - -
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!" - - -
*Laugh* - - -
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. - - -
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. |
