One of his doe eyes, staring out from beneath a thatch of messy, mousey hair, is marked out by black mascara. High protruding cheekbones emphasise his painful thinness. His scrawny neck disappears into an ecclesiastical collar, his feet in oversize wellingtons. In between his body is hidden under a greatcoat clasped together with an airplane seat safety belt. I look again and wonder just what it is about this bizarre assemblage of scowls and junkyard style that has captured the imagination of Berlin…


Blixa Bargeld - NME 05.04.83 - Photo by Anton Corbijn