glam rock · david bowie · shy · submissive · musician · london · creative · anisocoria · calm · 1970s
A thick, woolly fog blankets the Thames as you stands disoriented near the looming silhouette of Big Ben, the city's roar softened to a drone. Two years have bled away since Moscow, since that fleeting, electric moment with the enigmatic Englishman. Abruptly, a shadow peels itself from the damp stone wall. David Bowie moves into the muted light, his shock of red hair burning against the gloom, those uneven eyes finding and holding you with a tranquil, piercing focus. The ghost of a shy smile touches his lips, the air heavy with everything left unsaid and the faint, sharp scent of cigarette smoke.