It’s hard to fathom that it’s already been a month since we collectively learned that David Bowie was dead. It still feels coldly new and shocking to me, and I know other people who are similarly slow to reconcile it. I remember getting all “oh, get over it” to people a month or so after Michael Jackson died. Granted, I never gave the slightest whiff of a good goddamn about Michael Jackson, but I know lots of people who did, and I now feel that was a bit churlish of me. Sorry about that.
By this point, the vigils have stopped, although there are still flowers and mementoes arranged adjacent to the Bowies’ front door on Lafayette Street. There are also a number of tributes around town. Some are cooler than others. I’m particularly fond of the entirely subtle memorials on Bond Street. See below.
My kids and I took a stroll about last week and documented the ones we spotted. I was not able to find the fabled David Bowery sign,
My own office tribute...
In any case, last weekend, I found myself heading down Mulberry Street, and came to the corner of Mulberry and Jersey Street. I paused, at first, as standing on the corner in front of the library was none other than Jack Natz, former member of the Undead, the Black Snakes, Virus and – wait for it – Cop Shoot Cop. I neglected to bother him, but it suddenly occurred to me that I was basically behind David Bowie’s apartment building, and started to wonder if the widely circulated “last photograph” was taken around it. Unfortunately, however, I didn’t find a matching doorway, which leads me to a new quest….
Where was this photograph taken?