When I heard the news that Alexander McQueen died, I thought it was a joke. Before I found out at work, I took a bathroom break, looked in the mirror to compose myself. The day had started out nervewracking due to a project that I spent 9 hours working on, to relief, and distress when shit just refused to go right. I was happy again until I was told he died. Shock and a deep feeling of sadness set in. I didn't know the man, but it was one of my hopes and dreams that I would meet him. I've never really had a list of celebrities I wanted to meet, but when it comes to artists and designers, I could name off the ones I wanted to meet in no time. McQueen was really high up on the list. And now he's dead. WHAT. THE. FUCK.
There go my inspirations, one by one. To me, the man is a genius and his ideas will aways influence me. His work is dark, mysterious, ethereal, and enchanting. The man could and did make even misery look beautiful. There are not many people whose work I come back to time and time again, But here was one creative power that really spoke to me. Lives may be lost but memories live. Of all things, I hope he is in a happier place than he was here. Life is not always a walk in the park.
These collections have been the most impactful on me. The themes, the music, the clothes are just...amazing. RIP MR. LEE MCQUEEN.