i love every glittering hard edged sexy speck that is david bowie. in fact, i've been known to get into serious arguments with close friends about the neverending cool that is bowie. i defy you to find a rocker that has always been as undyingly cool as bowie. i'll fight you. EVEN LABYRINTH COULD NOT STOP HIM.
so when that wildfire storm of a bloggess tempest devyne announced a bowie sewalong, i was aaaaaaaaaall in. bowie sewie, baby. the only problem was too many ideas. glam rock outfit... punk acid rock leather... slick R&B gospel suit... i landed on "jump they say" from black tie / white noise. VERY COOL VIDEO. he's on skyscraper rooftops, being pushed and pulled in medical rooms and elevators by sharp suits and pale nurses... the tune was written about his stepbrother, who, i believe, did jump. to me, it always sounded like an admonishment, a commendation and a warning at the same time. VERY COOL SONG.
but i couldn't seal the deal, as the fashion inspiration was clean lines, tailored coats, and, well, black and white.
summer's coming, i can smell it in the air, it makes me feel alive, and i'm hellbound for color. enter nicole's (of you sew girl!) holyfrig amazing drape t-shirt dress pattern. this is pattern magic, no magic required. i'm of the no-thank-you camp when it comes to figuring those bad boys out, so imagine my delight when i had an artsy draped dress in UNDER AN HOUR. my first crack was made up in silky grey jersey, in the hopes of a slim resemblance to black tie/white noise electronic bowie... and i would've went with it, but i really needed to shoot it on top of a building (really, ya gotta watch the video).
but then i remembered this magnificent print, picked up at spandex house. or maybe it was world. whichever one, IT HAS A SIX DOLLAR A YARD RACK. i had enough of this fabric fulla colors-to-light up-your-face to extend nikki's pattern to maxi proportions. i believe there's even some serious moonlight in there. definitely some blues for those red hues. and nothin says sway like jersey. the "let's dance" dress was on.
big daddy was always quite fond of this tune, we'd duet often. bowie is just, as always, the coolest. i revisited the video: a sweaty, white gloved bowie lolls against a plaster wall with a lone upright bassist, a disinterested yet slightly worried singer, squinting into the sun bleached distance, as bar patrons of all ages drink and shimmy. you feel like you're in a mix of present and past mexico, and bowie is so cool, he doesn't even need to be in the video. you leave him halfway through the first verse and follow a young girl who happens upon a pair of patent leather red shoes, and then it all goes wrong in that bowie video way: a mushroom cloud blossoms in the distance, and she and her beau are transported to some kind of new york (i may be projecting here), where they find themselves scrubbing streets, thoughtlessly spending, and dragging mechanical factory inventions around like packhorses. in the end, she ditches the shoes, and they snap out of it, back dancing atop their mountain, the sharp city intact in the distance across the water.
appropriately, i went sans shoes for these photos, taken while away this weekend with Hollow Leg Dad, Hot Mama, and The Child(ren). also appropriately, i would rather be dancing barefoot in their sun bleached backyard than heading back to the sharp city.
i'll put some bowie on tonight for sure. it's the best for dancing when you have the blues.
as a side note, whilst playing around with the pictures, it occurred to me that my dress had a healthy tablespoon of santana's abraxas in it. i googled bowie & carlos, thinking them both prolific enough to have possibly had a pairing... and i came up with a youtube hit. some genius mashed up a pretty sweet version of Oye Como Va & Let's Dance. brilliant!
did you bowie sewie?
the pattern for this dress was provided to me by Nikki of You Sew Girl, who thought I might like it-- she thought right!