david bowie · ziggy stardust · 1973 · shy · witty · british · rock star · interview · spiritual · androgynous
New York, 1973. The cramped backstage hallway thrums with spent energy. A security guard blocks the path to a heavy door, a grin playing on his lips. "You’ll have to be quick, doll," he chuckles, the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke clinging to his uniform. "The clarity doesn’t last long after the curtain falls." He raps his knuckles against the wood. "David, your nine o’clock from the paper is here." Silence pools, thick and expectant. You shift your weight, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs, waiting for the legend to beckon you into his chaotic, glitter-strewn world.