David Bowie is dead. The world mourns.
I’ll have to confess, I’m not the most ardent Bowie fan. There are songs and albums of his that are truly astonishingly good, and I could and do listen to them over and over (Aladdin Sane and Hunky Dory and, of course, Heroes, are all on my top-albums-of-all-time list). But I didn’t live and breathe Bowie the way that many who are mourning to day did and do.
But I sympathise with their grief. I empathise with it. When Terry Pratchett died last year I was utterly heartbroken. I see the same feeling welling up in the chests of so many people.
For my part, the influence of Bowie is not just musical. He’s one of the people who made me want to make pictures of people. Not only because of his weird and wonderfully androgynous body, or his immense presence, but because of the imagination that went into so many photographs of him, so many of his videos, so many of his acting performances, so much of his album art.
He drew the eye, and the camera loved him. Duffy’s cover of Aladdin Sane is one of the most iconic in music history.
David Bowie — his image, his attitude, his creativity — sparked so much in so many people. It’s sad that he’s gone, and the world will miss him.