The Bowie exhibition at the V&A has been cited in the London Daily Telegraph alongside the Olympics (in which Heroes was a conspicuous theme for opening ceremony feel good bluster and it fit every bit as well as a Queen anthem may (whereas Ultravox failto find much ground other than pretentious oscellations or plainly uncommercial arthaus noise – much admiration for their art but their execution does not result in a filmic gesture). Of all artists that bring the late twentieth and now indeed the twenty first has erupated into a late ultra fame, one of the few of the very few survivors in a genre that consumes the glitteringly unstable peresonae hoisted upon a scaffold of illusion but with underlying musical validity and depth. That is what makes Jim Morrison, Jeff Buckley and Nick Drake transcend early death. Jimi and Janis, nothwithstanding. Marc. Freddie.
Those that burned a flash in the sky and then died have plenty written about them but they do not turn into massive horders of their history. Bowie thankfully as millions will attest – was able to keep a record that is both interesting, entertaining and indeed a little mind blowing at times.
The exhibition included such gems as a version of Man Who Sold the World during the Berlin era with Bowie in a giant legless tuxedo carried on by Klaus Nomi and Joey Arias. It was an exceptional collection of famous costumes including the coat designed by Alexander McQueen from Bowie’s 2000 Glastonbury stage.