It was a Sunday, December 12, 1992, just a week or so before he was due to disappear to Mustique for the holidays. David Bowie was 45, and in promo for his 18th album, Black Tie White Noise, which would be released in a few months time.
He was feeling his way around a couple of photographers, seeing what it felt like to re-enter the marketplace after a couple of years mucking about with his boy band Tin Machine, a project which increasingly looked like a particularly perverse estate agent’s fantasy. He had been married to Iman for six months, and his eagerness to make music again had a lot to do with a renewed energy.
