Back in October, I wrote about the hotness that was ’80s New Romantic icon Adam Ant.
Well! I just got an unusual email from a fellow named Michael on behalf of Mr. Ant saying that Adam is considering doing a limited-edition art book. Before Adam goes ahead and busts his ’80s icon ass, he’d like to know if anyone is going to buy the book. So he’s asking people to “pre-order” the yet-to-be-begun book. I know! My reaction was “WTF?!” too. But I checked out the site and it doesn’t ask for any money — just your name, email address and your answer to “How many copies might you buy?” I thought the wording of that question was so genteel: “How many copies might you buy?” Adam Ant is not going to demand a commitment. He’s not going to demand your credit card number. Adam Ant is not pushy. He just wants you to think about it. Take your time. Sleep on it, if you have to. Might you buy one copy? Or might you buy five? Adam Ant is, obviously, still Prince Charming.
I know most of you haven’t been sitting around wishing that Adam Ant would do a limited-edition art book, especially if you, like me, are still emotionally scarred by Courtney Love’s diaries. But now that the subject has come up, I bet you’re thinking what I’m thinking. You’re thinking that you would sign up for at LEAST one copy if Adam Ant would send me a delightful autographed photo suitable for publication on this blog. It could say something like: “Dear WendyB, you are charming. Love, Adam Ant.” Or whatever! I wouldn’t want to interfere with his creativity. (Of course, my new friend Michael would include a snapshot of Adam signing the photo so we know it’s the real thing.)
That’s what you were thinking, right?
UPDATED TO ADD: In case you can’t wait for Adam Ant’s art book, his autobiography is available. The fact that Holly Johnson of Frankie Goes to Hollywood reviewed it for the Guardian nearly made my little ’80s heart pop. Welcome to the Pleasuredome! (Not so pleasurable: Adam’s Britney-esque struggle with bipolar disorder.)