Eno Just Does Not Care
I really just love this picture of Roxy Music for the situation it conjures in my mind. Ferry's whole attempt at honouring the classic masculinity of the rock-and-roll culture of the Fifties just seems to be thoroughly ruined by Eno's insistently weird androgyny.
"Hey. Brian. Do you mind if we talk for a minute?"
"Sure, Bryan. What's up?"
"Well. You know that we're shooting the record cover today. Yeah? Well. Me and the guys thought it'd be cool if we went for something a bit different for this picture."
"Yeah? Different how?"
"Well. I know that you have a really unique look, and I love it. I do. The whole space elf lady boy feather wizard thing. It's great. It works. It's a perfect counterpoint to my suave drunken super-spy mystique. But for this shot, we're going to mix it up a bit. We're doing this big homage to rock-and-roll. Elvis. Vince Taylor. That whole thing. Very macho. Very retro. It's going to be great."
"Yeah, man. It sounds groovy. What do you need me to do?"
"Oh. We just wanted to know if you could maybe tone down the outrageousness. You know. Just for this one shot. We're doing this whole manly rock-and-roll thing, and, you know, not to make you uncomfortable or anything, but it'd be really cool if we could do it all unified. You know. Whole band. One look. Just for this one shot. You understand. And, you know, obviously, if you're not cool with the whole thing, we're not going to force you, but . . ."
"Nah, man. Sounds great. I'm in."
"Alright. Excellent. Glad to hear it. Leslie has your costume ready. I'll see you on set in 20."
Then . . .
Best feather wizard? Sparrowhawk.