tee ~ Mango / shorts & heels ~ Zara / rings ~ Mango & Tous / bracelet ~ vintage / sunglasses ~ Marc Jacobs

As soon as I saw this muscle tee, I knew it had to be mine. David Bowie, rock & roll god from the old times, my favorite times. As a daughter of two rock & roll lovers who's teen years were in the late 70s and early 80s, I grew up listening to Bowie, Queen, G&R, Iron Maiden, Saga, Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, Journey, AC/DC, Culture Club (Boy George), and The Rolling Stones, just to name a few. Yes, I was a 10 year-old singing Bohemian Rhapsody and Under Pressure. Thus, my 90s experience wasn't what it was supposed to be. No Metallica, no Radiohead, no Red Hot Chili Peppers, no Alanis, no Nirvana. But don't worry, I did catch up pretty quickly. I am very grateful of my 80s immersion, it did develop a great and rare taste in music in me, at least compared to my friends. I once told my mother that I definitely needed to grow up during these current times, because if I were to be a 21 year-old during the 70s or 80s, I would have been a groupie with a tour bus for a home, absolutely! Seriously, who doesn't want to be a muse for a rock & roll song? Bowie is a musical inspiration, a guy definitely ahead of his time. If you don't know much about him, try Young Americans, and Life on Mars - classics. 

They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?" 

                                                  Young Americans, David Bowie

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