Tituss Burgess had something to confess. “I don’t know anything about David Bowie,” he said one spring afternoon. He turned a corner and gazed up in amazement as costumed Bowie mannequins peered down from a towering platform, like glamorous gargoyles. “Oh my God, this man was everything,” Mr. Burgess said, mouth agape. Now I just want to go home and Spotify him.”Don’t count on Mr. Burgess having much time to explore Bowie’s discography any time soon.

Source: New York Times July 27, 2018 18:37 UTC