#blitz kids

[iantakeabow]

visage.

[riccochet]

the best of british fashion hosted by steve strange at le palace nightclub in paris, and sade among the designers helping out with rehearsals. april 7th, 1982. [source]

[lightspeedhunter]

Boy George and Marilyn hanging out nearby The Blitz Club

London, 1981

[culturedswinesreviews]

Tramps! Review

Shining a light on unheard queer voices - Tramps! - the New Romance movement documentary from Kevin Hegge

Tramps!, written and directed by Kevin Hegge, offers a captivating retrospective on the New Romantic movement that emerged from the vibrant London nightlife of the late 1970s.  The documentary skillfully weaves together timepiece footage, news headlines, and contemporary interviews, providing an immersive and nostalgic experience for curious viewers. Judy Blame shares his past in Tramps! |…

[popgodz]

[thin-white-marmaduke]

How Bowie recruited Blitz Kids for the Ashes to Ashes video

An entertaining oral history of how Bowie's Ashes to Ashes video came to be.

[Steve] Strange writes in his autobiography, Blitzed: “We had no prior warning, and [Bowie] arrived with two other people and his PA [Corinne] ‘Coco’ [Schwab], whom I didn’t think was very nice.” The guests whose names Strange forgot were, according to the Polaris diary, singer Karen O’Connor (daughter of comedian Des) and painter-photographer Edward Bell, who designed the cover artwork for the imminent Scary Monsters album and singles.

Strange’s book claims: “We managed to sneak them into the club the back way to avoid a fuss and usher him upstairs to a private area. David himself was charming and asked if I would join him upstairs for a drink when I had finished on the door. I wanted to go straight away, but, annoyingly, I had to do my job first and stay at the door.”

The book continues: “Word soon spread like wildfire that David Bowie was there. He was probably the reason most people at the club had got into pop music in the first place...

Judith Frankland says: “In a wonderful twist of fate, Steve was resplendent in my black wedding outfit that night and was chosen straight away. He was asked to select people he felt could be right. Bowie did see George O’Dowd but as I remember he was wearing his big leather jacket look that night, so he was out. I was invited as was Darla up to the table where David and Coco were sitting and offered a glass of champagne. Darla and I were both dressed in a similar ecclesiastic style, Darla in her own black outfit with white collar, and we were also asked to take part for what at that time was a decent sum of money for penniless, decadent students.

“We were told Coco would call us the following day with the details. I woke the next day thinking I’d dreamt it and you know I guarded that communal pay phone on the landing like a rottweiler until she did: be outside the Hilton the next morning, Thursday, she said, at some ungodly hour, fully dressed and made up the same way I had been at the Blitz, and to get the coach to a secret location.

“When we arrived at the beach near Hastings [not Southend, as Strange reports], the crew was set up and David Bowie greeted us dressed in the pierrot outfit he would be wearing. He coached us for a few minutes on the words we were to mime and then the day was spent in what we Lancastrians call sinking sand, sloppy sand, and the further out we got on the beach the messier and sloppier and muddier it was. I wore flats which was a wise choice. Then we were up and down that field with the bulldozer and every time we had to do a take it had to back up and the field got muddier. The bulldozer wasn’t that close but if he’d stepped on the gas we would all have been gonners.

“We were finally told we had all ‘done well’ and set off in the coach straight from the shoot to Hell [Strange’s Thursday club-night with a sacrilegious flavour] – well, home first to get freshened up. Steve dropped off his very muddy wedding dress and Hell was a rowdier night than usual. Steve brought one of the labourers from the bulldozer site with him and dressed him up in a Modern Classics suit. The poor guy was disturbed by it all, to say the least.”

Read the rest here.

[coffee-guy]

The waves that drag me in

Some nights ago, I was explaining to my friends that the time of friendship for me is dense, spasmodic, continuous, like what a falling in love unfolds. Indeed there are people I need to "drag" with me, just like the waves do.

Bernard from the novel "The Waves" by Virginia Woolf came to my mind, when he said he was unable to distinguish his life from that of his friends who "stir the waters" and the pages of that book, together with him.

Often, I cannot either draw a line between the person I am and the person who becomes my friend and so we happen to misunderstand where our existences begin and end: they rise, swell and crash, mixing like the sea foam. They are continously pushed towards each other by an unconscious motion, created between us, a fluid rhythm that doesn't actually need to be understood, but that works that way by nature.

When the weather gets abnormal or tsunamis are announced, I'm pretty sure these friends, the waves that build inside, manage to keep me afloat.

[vampyreyes]

new romantic may be dead but it will always be alive in my heart

[zeruch]

Sounds That Have Been Made, EP 98: EG and Alice "Doesn't Mean That Much to Me"

I don’t even recall what triggered me going down this rabbit hole; I vaguely recall a mention or two of this group back in the 90s, a duo of EG White and Alice Temple, but never actually heard them until about a month ago. They made one album of often quite sublime sophisticated pop, a style fairly common to the UK at the time. While it’s not The Blue Nile‘s Hats or Scritti Politti‘s Cupid &…

[birdy-babe]

OK BUT IMAGINE BEING STOLAS

Literally a tragic Disney princess probably crying his eyeliner off and watching hella-novella literally heartbroken after what went down on the full moon-

And your phone dings

It’s a text

From Blitzo

After a huge fight

So

after freaking out

Wondering what he possibly could have said

You finally hype yourself up enough to finally check the text with desperate, final-bit-of-hopefullness anticipation

And

It’s fucking

THIS

Stolas is so much stronger than me theres nothing in the world that could have stopped me from instant portal-ing to him and killing him right then and there.

[nyxofdemons]

The Circus & The Full Moon parallels

[blitzwhore]

Helluva Boss as textposts (more like The Full Moon as textposts) part 25/?

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / bonus / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28 / 29 / 30 / 31 / 32 / 33 / 34 / 35 / 36 / 37 / 38 / 39 / 40 / [41 onwards]

[doodle-empress66]

“I need to get back to my daughter”

Moxxie smiles as soon as Blitzø says this, the rest of Blitzø’s words fading away. The reason he trusts Blitzø so quickly is him showing care for his own kid.

After his upbringing, i can imagine how greatly he values that.

[n3felibata]

The autistic Stolas headcanon puts so much into perspective. Like whether Viv intended it to be this way or not, this can definitely be interpreted as an autistic man not understanding social cues and lacking empathy which his neurotypical antis just don't understand.

It's not an excuse, but this is what I mean when I say everybody babies autistic people until it comes to the uglier parts they can't romanticize