Tuesday, February 23, 2010


Man of style and self.
On earth for a short visit...
Klaus Nomi is a figure you could imagine a little kid running up to, stopping at his feet, looking up from his black slacks to his triangular tuxedo top half, slowly becoming wide eyed, then horrified, then breaking out into a snotty cry. Then Klaus would look down at the kid with an animated smile and eyes to match, and extend his hand out to the kid who would suddenly damn his own smile into a giggle, which would roll on forever and ever.

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