Thousands of midnights ago, when Glam was still a succesfull record company executive and choc was still smoking. Those were the days when turbans were de rigeur and you wouldn´t want to be seen leaving the house without them. Glam was planning to write his autobiography titled „Urban Gothicka“ but ended up co-writing someone elses instead. Now, some ten years later, autobiographies are ceasing to exist. Who needs them, when you have a blog?
Note the absence of a stylist, der das schnieke Vampir-Hemd etwas zurechtgezuppelt hätte, so dass Glam nicht aussehen würde wie ein schwangerer Zwerg. Also note the absence of a photographer. Those were the days of do-it-yourself. All you needed was a television to place your camera on.
Make up products by Chanel. Cigarette by Marlboro. Turban by some leftover velvet from a show-curtain. Whatever happened to the lovely rhinestone pin?