I can't even tell you how upset I was when I found out Alexander McQueen had committed suicide. No, I don't own any of his clothes. I'm pretty sure I couldn't even afford a button off of one of his fabulously made shirts. I've never been to one of his fashion shows, nor have I ever even seen any of his garments in person. That doesn't mean I can't appreciate that his clothes were truly art and the way he presented them was in a league all of his own. Like so many talented artists, lots of times there creations are not fully appreciated until after their death, sometimes years after their death. This was not true for McQueen. Everyone who appreciates any form of fashion knew that he was special. The fashion world will never be the same without him.
McQueen and Lady Gaga were a match made in hoof shoe heaven.
Quote from Sarah Mowers review of McQueens Spring 2010 collection:
"There was a sparkling, illuminated runway in which two sinister, robotic movie cameras on gigantic black booms ran back and forth, while a screen played Knight's video of Raquel Zimmermann, lying on sand, naked, with snakes writhing across her body.Then the models came out, dressed in short, reptile-patterned, digitally printed dresses, their gangly legs sunk in grotesque shoes that looked like the armored heads of a fantastical breed of antediluvian sea monster. McQueen, according to an internal logic detailed in a press release, was casting an apocalyptic forecast of the future ecological meltdown of the world: Humankind is made up of creatures that evolved from the sea, and we may be heading back to an underwater future as the ice cap dissolves."
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