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David Bowie, Mirabelle Diaries

Umělec magazine 2002/3

01.03.2002

Tomáš Pospiszyl | focus | en cs

25 May 1974
I must tell you all about the wonderful new projects I’ve become involved in. I’m going to produce a movie called Oktobriana [sic]. What, you may say, is an Oktobriana? Well, Oktobriana is a who, not a what, and she’s the beautiful blonde, super-heroine of a very famous Russian underground comic strip.
I was given the collection of Oktobriana comic strips as a present — and while reading them it suddenly came to mind what a fabulous thing it would be to make Oktobriana (OK for short) a real person and film all her escapades. We’d even update the Oktobriana adventures and while she’d still be an exotic Russian, her adventures would be all over the world and she’d perhaps even wind up in space, occasionally.
Then I got stumped. Who in the world could play the role of this invincible, indestructible heroine? Luckily, I didn’t have to go too far for the answer to that question. MainMan’s own Amanda Lear just happens to be the perfect person. Amanda is blonde with a very fiery temperament just like the lady in question and she also really does have a Russian background. She was absolutely destined to play Oktobriana.
When I told Amanda about it she was very excited and we began working on scripts immediately. You know, of course, that I just can’t resist writing in at least a tiny part for myself. We’ll have to come up with a segment, ‘Oktobriana Meets Starman,’ or something like that. Anything to get starstruck Bowie into the show!
Anyway, Amanda is having such a great time with this character that she doesn’t want to be known as anything else. As she says, ‘Amanda is the past, Oktobriana is today.’ She says this with a flawless Russian accent so one tends to respect her wishes.
We’re also having a wonderful time designing costumes for Oktobriana.
Our plans so far have Oktobriana wearing clothes made out of animals skins, high boots on her legs and she’ll also carry a shining sabre. This girl really means business. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it?
Oktobriana also has an album of songs coming out in the near future. It tells of all Oktobriana’s adventurers and her loves and I’ll have my hand in producing this record, too!
It’s not going to be easy creating a match for the last great super-hero of the world, Ziggy Stardust, but Oktobriana is in mighty good hands.





01.03.2002

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