He was always in a sharp suit or tux. Regularly at the Met Gala or the Council of Fashion Designers of America Awards to support his wife. Never caught stumbling out of the hot club at 4 a.m. He’d already been to a lifetime’s worth of parties.

He read a lot. He collected art. He painted. He and Iman socialized with the parents of their daughter’s friends at school. He spent his remaining time meaningfully and productively, and largely here.

He understood that in our minds we all held a picture of David Bowie, or Ziggy, or the Thin White Duke. It allowed him to walk among us disguised as himself, David Jones.

– excerpted from David Bowie: Invisible New Yorker
The New York Times, 1/17/16

bowie NYT 2David Bowie outside the Carlyle Hotel on the Upper East Side, circa 1980.
Credit Art Zelin/Getty Images

Post-eulogies…it was this photo that did it for me…famous, anonymous, style & elegance…