at the start of NY Fashion Week came the sad news that Alexander McQueen had ended his own life. this is always a terribly sad and shocking thing, obviously, but there is a weird eery depth to it when it is someone who is an artistic talent. it's like it leaves a gaping void in the landscape of beautiful things that can happen in the future.
as a Brit, there's not much that is more fantastic than being recognized by the Queen. it pretty much sums up your brilliance in your field, a big time "enough said", "say no more" cap on how amazing you are. Alexander McQueen had that honor, made a Commander of the British Empire for his contributions to fashion. he was a designer above and beyond. couture shows are art normally. his shows went to a whole different level - they were full on theatrical presentations. to say he was a creative genius somehow feels like an understatement. love it or hate it (some of them were so shocking it was hard to love) you felt awe at the presentations for the sheer impact of the intense artistic presence. he was costuming the world for the show playing in his mind.
his ready-to-wear clothes and accessories are also amazing, gorge, and utterly lust worthy. they feel like London to me - and i love that. he never designed to sell - he designed what he felt and where he came from. that is artistic creation in a nutshell.
hopefully he is at peace now - back here on earth, he will be missed.
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