The Fitting Room Chronicles: Dress of Many Colors

I’ve been thinking about David Bowie a lot lately. Actually, I’ve been in mourning, but I don’t like to think of him as gone forever. In my mind, he’s back in his planet.

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As I mentioned in my last post, The Thin White Duke has had a profound effect on me. I still can’t believe he left us. His music has been on heavy rotation and I’ve been feeling quite sad.

Rightfully so, I want to celebrate his life. And in the city he has called home for quite some time now, there are many tribute parties. There’s even a Carnegie Hall Tribute Concert happening, although honestly it’s a bit stuffy for my taste. I would much rather just hit the floor, put on my red shoes, and dance the blues.

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Of course, there are many other events happening here lately, even a sing-along in Union Square Park. But I personally cannot wait for Bowieball. It’s a huge extravaganza celebrating the life and legacy of David Bowie. Even Debbie Harry of Blondie is a fan. I can only imagine that this year’s festivities is going to be one of epic proportions.

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While no official dates have been announced yet, I’m already fantasizing about what I would wear. I received this beautiful gift from Jordan, which came from one of my favorite Etsy vendors, The Braided Bandit. It’s a 1980s floral rainbow dress.

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Photo by Jordan Race

I thought how great this could look with a galaxy-inspired headdress, but it also reminded me of Frida Kahlo. And then of course, I started singing melodies from “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.”

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In other words, I can wear it for many reasons. Best of all, it’s a perfect fit – no tailoring required!

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Whether for Bowieball or not, how do you think I should rock this dress?

 

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David Bowie: 1947-2016

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Photograph by Brian Duffy

January 10, 2016

This morning I woke up to savor my usual coffee, only to be surprised by the sound of my own gasping. It was true: David Bowie, a man who had a profound effect on me as a child, had died. I felt a heavy weight of sadness over my head all day. It was as if a loved one had passed away. And he was. This man was someone who made me dance, encouraged me to embrace my weirdness, pushed me to strut my stuff like a dandy, and inspired me to dress up in any form of my choosing. I lapped up every single lyric like gospel. What does this mean now, to live in a world where David Bowie no longer walks the same streets as I do? To know that such creativity no longer exists? I don’t know. But I know for certain that I will continue to listen. I will continue to celebrate this man. And for that, I can rest with some ease tonight knowing that in some ways, he will exist forever. Rest in power.