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Oh! You pretty thing: our unique David Bowie print raises money for community projects in Brixton

UPDATE: The prints are now available for sale at bit.ly/bowieprint and at the B£ Cafe at 77 Atlantic Road.

We’re delighted to announce the sale of a unique piece of Brixton history: the Brixton Pound has published an A3 print featuring the iconic Bowie B£10 note to raise money for the Brixton Fund.

The edition of 300 – of which 250 will eventually be offered for sale – went into production in December 2015, with David Bowie’s full approval (check out the news story on the official website). The very first print, numbered #001, is being auctioned to raise money for the Brixton Fund, our community grant scheme.

The auction is live on online auction house Paddle8, as part of their Legendary sale.


Both sides of the note are displayed, featuring David Bowie in his Ziggy Stardust guise from the cover of Aladdin Sane, as well as a detail from the Nuclear Dawn mural on Brixton’s Coldharbour Lane. The A3 print is produced on the same diamond-patterned security paper as the circulation notes, and features several of their original features such as orange fluorescent ink and die-cut metallic & holographic foiling.

The print is titled ( –2016 ) in pencil, numbered in both black and metallic ink, and blind-stamped by the designers. The print will also be accompanied by a certificate of authenticity from the Brixton Pound.

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B£ note designer Charlie of This Ain’t Rock’n’Roll said:

“The print looks absolutely stunning. The fluorescent ink leaps off the page and the foiling has been die-cut to incredible detail. It really has been produced to an incredibly high standard.”

“We’re quite emotional about it. The Aladdin Sane cover image has always been melancholy, but to see it now in conjunction with the ascending dove from Nuclear Dawn is incredibly poignant. We got Bowie’s permission to use the image for this print in December. It’s as if it’s his parting gift to Brixton.”

Don’t miss this opportunity to bid for a unique item of Brixton (and Bowie) memorabilia.

The auction will be live until March 31st, and after that the remaining limited edition run will be made available for sale. All proceeds will go directly into the Brixton Fund, a grant scheme managed by the Brixton Pound to support community initiatives in the area.

UPDATE: The prints are now available for sale at bit.ly/bowieprint and at the B£ Cafe at 77 Atlantic Road.

London Bye Ta-Ta. David Bowie, Brixton boy.

Could the Man Who Fell to Earth have landed anywhere other than SW9?

We always knew Bowie was a Brixton boy. 40 Stansfield Road, the Brixton Pound tenner, latterly Aladdin Sane next to Morleys. It was cool.

But what with the preachers and the drummers and the snapper and the hipsters and the drunks and the drugs; the evictions and the Foxtons and the Albert and Academy it was just one of those Brixton things. We never gave it that much thought. Everyone has to come from somewhere. Even Major Tom.

Then came Monday morning.

Swiftly Brixton and Bowie made utter sense. Sure, there were other places he called home – New York, Berlin, Bromley, Beckenham – but Brixton was where the magic began. And as thousands of people have made their way to party and to pay respects, Brixton has become the most pertinent of pilgrimages.

More meaningful than Kurt’s Seattle Center or Diana’s Kensington Palace Gates – Brixton stands as perfect metaphor for Bowie and his unique importance.

And it is unique – unique to each of us; changing for all of us. It’s being written about everywhere. The moment Bowie told us all it was OK to be different. Different to our parents, different to each other.

Whether blasting out of Top Of The Pops with Mick Ronson and Starman or lambasting MTV for their lack of black artists; outing himself in Melody Maker or turning us on to the Velvet Underground, Bowie was – is – proof positive that there’s always another way to live. A semi-secular saint preaching curiosity, creativity, tolerance and taking-it-to-the-limit.

Like the place of his birth, Bowie’s an enigmatic flame attracting all manner of moths. Rooted like Brixton in the grand traditions of music hall and theatre; emblematic of the seismic post-war societal shifts. At once transporting and utterly down-to-earth.

So as the flowers on Brixton Road pile ever-higher, the Brixton Pound calls for a permanent tribute to SW9’s prettiest star.

A monumental piece of public art in a prominent Brixton location.

From one London character to another, a heartfelt thank you.


Written by Charlie Waterhouse of This Ain’t Rock’n’Roll who designed the 2nd edition Brixton Pound notes (including the famous Bowie tenner)