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MTV logos.

MTV was such a big design and animation platform back then (1980s/1990s). Is there anything comparable today?

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Ilsée, Princesse de Tripoli - Robert de Flers, lithographies de Alphonse Mucha - 1897 - via Gallica

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The red suit created by Diana Moseley for the Glass Spider tour in 1987. Top photos: © V&A Images. All others: © Rex Features.

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               ❝ Oi, mate, you got any recommendations for a barber? Do you do your hair yourself? I need a new fuckin’ stylist, since my previous one decided it’d be nice to sell a few pictures of me to the paparazzi. ❞

“And what if I do, in fact, do it myself? Surely you’re not suggesting I do yours?” All spoken in that dry, faintly mocking tone that is his default setting. But he relents enough to actually answer the question. “My hairdresser is very discreet, and would never dream of doing such a thing. I suppose I could give you his card.” Jareth hates the paparazzi just as much as any other well-known musician, so he can muster a little sympathy for that cause.

“But I suggest you learn the basics yourself, at least. For those days when you’re on your own.” He, personally, wouldn’t be caught dead walking around with bad hair. “After all, you wouldn’t want to be caught by the paparazzi…”—eyeing the other’s hair critically, raising a brow—“looking like that, would you?”

#distantsuns #sorry this is 80 years late ;; #╰ ♕ : not long at all : queue.

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Kempinski Hotel, 1983 Photography: Denis O’Regan

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     IT’S DIFFICULT to bite back the scathing, seething retorts that rise in the back of his throat like acrid bile – who is he, of all people, to talk to Ziggy Stardust in such a tone ?  He isn’t some replaceable roadie – he, as far as he is concerned, is the shining star of this generation’s music scene, and the saving grace of Jareth’s otherwise miserable tour.  ❝ Oh, I’d like some clarification, ❞ he hisses – he and Jareth are about the same height, but his platforms give him the advantage of a few, hopefully intimidating inches.  

     ❝ WHO GAVE you the authority to make decisions like that ?  As far as I know, you’re the unsightly, festering sore that’s been ruining my tour, ❞ he snaps, his lip curling in revulsion.  ❝ Your aesthetic does not meld well with mine and your songs are outdated, to put it generously.  I know for a fact that everyone – myself included ! – is absolutely sick of hearing your stupid Labyrinth songs. I am not your opening act, you prick.  If I leave, your entire audience will leave with me, ❞ he insists. He’s never been so insulted since about a week ago when he and Jareth got in that other argument.  

     TRUTHFULLY, NEITHER of them are quite correct: the whole point of having a double headliner tour is for them to share the spotlight, but the stage is hardly big enough for their egos.  The momentary burst of rage soothes his simmering fury and he collects enough composure to take a deep, shuddering inhale, casting his gaze downwards to inspect his nails: if he looks at Jareth for a second longer, he might lose it again.  ❝ I didn’t take your garba – your suit, ❞ he explains, his voice as tight as a drawn bow, ❝ I found it.  I told you I found it.  You – or maybe, I don’t know, someone else – had it packed in with my stuff.  At least I returned it ! ❞ he insists, jabbing an accusatory, well-manicured finger into Jareth’s chest.  ❝ I could have easily thrown it out ! ❞

     LIFE IS coming apart at the seams – things just aren’t working out, and it spells certain disaster unless one of them musters the maturity to think of a logical solution: it will certainly not be Ziggy.  ❝ I loathe you, ❞ he decides rather matter-of-factly, haughty and condescending until his dying breath.  

“Oh, you know this for a fact, do you?” His tone is patronizing, almost pitying, as if he can scarcely believe how misinformed Ziggy is about his music and who, exactly, has the bigger audience. Jareth hates the fact that Ziggy is wearing these enormous stacked platform boots, forcing him to tilt his head up a bit in order to meet his gaze, when he wants so badly to look down his nose at him. He simply has to regain the upper hand.

“I don’t need to listen to this. You’re a child.” Stating simply, clenching his jaw a bit to suppress the wrath he wants to spit at the other, maintaining his haughty, if not quite composed, tone. “Your fans are children, and when they lose interest in you, as children always inevitably do, no one will remember you were ever on this tour with me.” Which hadn’t happened to Jareth and his music (or so he was claiming)—how dare Ziggy call him outdated, when the other performer could only hope to last as long in the business as he had.

A look down at the unwelcome finger that jabs into his chest. That, and this barrage of insults to his dignity, almost cause him to snap. “Another remarkable coincidence. The feeling is mutual.” Rage still simmers behind his eyes, but at the same time, he wants to remain cool and in control. That desire, and the need to completely destroy this young upstart, are at war with one another in his head—

And he pauses. Clenching and unclenching his fist, leaving his arms at his sides. “Let’s make a deal.” He’s trying to be the one who finds a logical solution to this problem, but it’s a struggle. “Surely you can at least do that. Some way to make this tour…palatable.” Pronouncing this last word as if the very idea, ironically, leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

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whenever somebody responds with “I beg your pardon?” assert your dominance by announcing “Then Beg.”

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                ————    i’ll    spin    you    valentine    evenings   .

                                             written   by    desi    .

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Willis I. Milham - How to Identify the Stars, 1909.

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Azman Yusof ‘87

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Clarion 1983

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MTV, 1983

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It had been a nice change of pace for him to actually work somewhere where it kept him stationary as opposed to the world tours and recording sessions and just the life of a rock star . It seemed demanding and kept him away from her and the girls for pretty much the entirety of time . Not saying that her job was any better , more often then not however she did book shoots that were more in this country as opposed to say the states and the rest of the world . If she was gone for a shoot she made sure that she wasn’t gone more then three or four days . The mother would miss her daughters too much . A scoff . This shoot was a joke but they were in England for it . Jeannie was painted up to be pure eighties decadence . 

Though the outfit choice wasn’t exactly what she would normally wear ever in her life . Feeling his words in her ear she just snorted a soft chuckle . “ Wow, this coming from a man who’s done more awful in his choice of music videos ? Shocking . “ Said dryly to him before she shook her head . “ We might as well just suck it up and get this over with . I want to spend some time with the girls later . “ Even if he didn’t want to . For them being married for so long , he was a really absent father in his daughter’s lives . This was one of the two scenarios they often fought about . Him not being around for them . It wasn’t fair to the girl’s to grow up like this . Jeannie hated it . She also hated his wandering eye. She then reached up and patted him on the cheek . 

Just an eye roll at her sarcastic comment regarding his videos. “Well, at least those were proper music videos. They had a purpose. This is hardly worth my time, or yours.” Ever dismissive of this shoot. Jareth turned back to look her up and down, taking in the rest of what she was wearing. “The silver lining is that you look stunning,” he added with a smirk. He was one hundred percent serious. Her outfit was gaudy in that eighties way, and it was debatable whether she herself actually liked any of it, but then he had a genuine fondness for the tacky and overdone.

He didn’t object to spending time with their girls later. He did adore his three girls, Jeannie and their two daughters, when he was actually with them. The trouble was that this had become something of a rare occurrence, and he never seemed to make the time for it. He just kept failing to get around to it. A complete workaholic and self-absorbed, he didn’t seem to see the damage he was doing until it was too late.

“Trust me, darling, I would love nothing more than to get this over with.” Looking a bit bemused at her nice little pat on the cheek. It was a little underwhelming to be honest. “I see you just can’t keep your hands off me.” Dryly. He preferred to embarrass her with over the top public displays of affection, like pulling her into dramatic kisses and dipping her backwards in front of people. “Come on, then.” Grabbing her hand and pulling her along with him as he headed towards the shooting area so that they could start and get this over and done with.

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