When London loses one of it’s own we make sure they’re remembered. On the day that Bowie’s death was announced people gathered to celebrate his life.
Londoner’s of every race, creed, age and gender descended on Brixton, his birthplace. The famous Ritzy cinema lit up with the words “David Bowie, Our Brixton Boy, RIP”, it served as the meeting place for many to lay flowers, cards and personal tributes. (Image source: Getty)
As darkness fell an impromptu street party broke out. Thousands of people, some dressed in his famous outfits, started exchanging stories of the thin white duke and singing his greatest hits.
Londoners did what they do best. Came together, sank a few beers, danced and celebrated Brixton’s finest son on the day the music died. They say that we’re a shy and reserved bunch, but not if David Bowie had any say in the matter.
I drew three illustrations celebrating the birthday of Charles Perrault, the author of Cinderella, Puss in Boots, Sleeping Beauty, and more! Fairy tales were a huge part of my childhood, so I was really excited to do my own take on these classic stories.
david bowie’s star on the walk of fame at hollywood and highland this morning. a true rebel who not only really couldn’t be bothered with whatever people thought of him, but was a pioneer and paved the way for other musicians with an avant garde & experimental style to express themselves with a bit more courage. i can’t believe it, i’m completely in shock. we’ve lost a legend. hope you’re at peace now.
photo credit/donated by mike m., do not remove the caption.
