What are your tits made of, dear?" bouffanted Gary Glitter asks Leigh Bowery, festooned like a sadomaso Christmas cracker in epaulets, face harness, and lightbulbs. "Willpower more than anything," Bowery deadpans, powdered bits of belly sticking out of his corset to form a makeshift décolletage. Taken from a late-'80s chat show, this moment is just one of the eye-popping artifacts in Charles Atlas's remarkable moving-picture-book tribute to Bowery, the late fashiondesigner-cum-performer who pushed the New Romantic penchant for lunatic masquerade into new heights of... More >>>