The guy on the album cover lives upstairs above my West Hollywood apartment. He always wears the same get up each day, and I have never seen him in one instance where he wasn’t striking the same pose as above. This led me to postulating that he might not be real (an ambient being) or standing there posing in that white suit. Without further conjecture, I put the entire series of those events where I would see him completely out of my mind.

That’s me. 1987 prom