1961 was when I was really into clothes. I left school at 15 and started copying a bloke who used to go up on the train to London with me; Leslie, I think his name was. He was like, top… — David Bowie Copy Share Image
“What are you wearing?” I looked down at my soft flannel pajamas. I’d washed them so many times the plaid pattern had faded mostly to grays and whites. “What do you want me to be wearing?” Dan’s voice shifted a… — Megan Hart Copy Share Image
