Now I really feel like a dick. Right after writing an eulogy to my iPod, an actual person I respected and greatly admired died.
I'm talking about Alexander McQueen, designer and absolute visionary of fashion. When I read the news this morning, I actually gasped and teared up, something I have done only once for a celebrity death.
(That was Molly Ivins.)
He was (is?) one of my favorite designers and I think he was a genius, without a doubt. Not only did he have an amazing artistic vision, but he had the tailoring skills to make it look impeccable. Even when I hated something he came out with, I still appreciated the craftsmanship and intent.
Someone commented on Jezebel that she showed her boyfriend one of McQueen's collections and her boyfriend said "Oh, wow. Fashion IS art." I know Alexander McQueen, and haute couture in general, isn't for everyone. I can see the arguments that its a waste of money on clothes that serve no function. I don't see it that way, to me it is art and art doesn't have to have a reason. It makes me sad, so incredibly sad, that his lastest collection is his last ever. We'll never see what crazy thing the "enfant terrible" will pull out next.
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It made me even more upset that some believe he may have done this over the grief of his mom's death. :-(
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