Feminine in a butch sort of way …


That was how my friend Pete once described my cross-dressing David Bowie phase, living in New York in the early 80’s. I had two suits, shirts and ties, and an assortment of jackets like this one which was given to me by a guy who asked me out for coffee after we’d just watched The Man Who Fell To Earth at Cinema Village on East 12th Street. I no longer have the jacket, but amazingly the movie theater is still there. I tried on many looks in my twenties, this is just one. Sometimes, I miss this girl.


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