david bowie 2016

ten years ago i woke up to a text from mum:

David Bowie’s dead :’(

it was the last moments of christmas break and i was staying at my aunt’s house. i came down to the kitchen in tears and my aunt sighed sadly and gave me a cup of tea. we all felt it— there was something about David Bowie that felt like ‘ours’.

i cried on and off for the two days before travelling down to London to complete my songwriting course. when I got back to south London I went to the Bowie mural in Brixton, to where people were laying flowers. these are the pictures i took on that day: