David Robert Jones (aka David Bowie)
Jan. 8, 1947 – Jan. 10, 2016


Waking up this morning to find out that one of my ultimate role models and icons, David Bowie, had passed yesterday was deafening. An era is over, and one of our imaginative and inspiring life muses is physically gone. But thankfully over his lifetime, he provided us lots to remember him by, and he will not be forgotten or neglected as a muse for the future. From Ziggy Stardust to the Goblin King, he has imprinted our minds for good.

Mr. Bowie was most inspiring to me, not only for his music, but for his risks taken across the creative board. As Jon Pareles wrote in his New York Times article about the singer, “Mr. Bowie was a person of relentless reinvention… [He] was his generation’s standard-bearer for rock as theater: something constructed and inflated yet sincere in its artifice, saying more than naturalism could. With a voice that dipped down to baritone and leapt into falsetto, he was complexly androgynous, an explorer of human impulses that could not be quantified.” Mr. Bowie was someone who makes me think of living this ordinary life with a little bit of magic, that no matter how much I feel like a misfit, or a distanced astronaut, there was another person out there who understood. He urged us to evolve in our own skins, showing us it’s okay to grow and change.

Mr. Bowie had been treated for cancer for the past 18 months. He was married for more than 20 years to legendary model, Iman, with whom he had a daughter. He was born in London, and died in NYC, at age 69.

We cannot replicate someone like David Bowie, so let us relish in his life and celebrate everything he gave to us. Thank you, Mr. Bowie. I will be watching The Labyrinth tonight with a box of tissues.