David Hockney's death has kinda got me a little. I was introduced to his work as a kid and I've often used this as an example of my weird childhood as I was discussing his work at dinner parties by the time I was 10. Thing is, I genuinely loved his work and I still do...
For all my dark goth shit, I genuinely love his brightness and how casually gentle and romantic his work can feel. His work often feels somehow peacefully offbeat to me, which was something I craved as a kid and still love...
Checked Marc Almond off the ol' bucket list! Still would love to see one of his christmas cathedral shows though. (Minus Jools Holland, who always seems to tag along to fondle pianos)
Interesting idea, but the thought of having to fight gravity even more than usual to get up every morning AND the likelihood of injuries makes this a no for me.
In 1965, Horst Baumann really went for "let's shoot Mirafiori, but bisexually" and never has anything in the history of humanity ever been so Andrea-coded
I face another week of not making my heart sing by somehow being employed as an Italian automotive nun. On the other hand, it's a three day week because I'm leaving town to see Soft Cell/Marc Almond on Thursday. And taking the XLR-V to get there