Go melt back into the night everything inside is made of stone. There’s nothing in here moving and anyway I’m not alone. You say you’re looking for someone who’ll pick you up each time you fall, to gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call. A lover for your life and nothing more, But it ain’t me you’re looking for.
I love this completely unguarded shot of David. This was taken at the end of a particularly long and grueling day of interior shooting under hot lights. I took this in between cameras rolling with only one light source and no flash; I like the combination of Bowie’s hair tone and the orange glow given off by the lamp.