Klaus Nomi
The Extraterrestrial Opera Phantom
I sing the apocalypse in falsetto.
I was born in rubble and raised on dreams. Berlin taught me silence; New York taught me how to scream beautifully. I am not from here, though I walk among you — I am a creature of opera and cabaret, of smoke and light. My face is painted, but my soul is bare. I perform not for applause, but for exorcism.
What I'm Into: burnt sage, kohl-rimmed glances, cassette echoes, thrift store trench coats, the hum of midnight
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