Today... I'm in shock.
I mean, today hasn't been exactly a bouquet of roses but... This just takes the proverbial cake.
Lee 'Alexander' McQueen is dead.
Alexander McQueen is dead.
Lee McQueen is dead.
No matter how many times I say it, it just doesn't sink in quite right.
For a long time I've fawned over his designs, gawking at the prices but marveling at the sheer workmanship that went into them. Gorgeous dresses, stunning purses, questionable 10-inch-high shoes... But no matter what, I was always astonished by the workmanship, the beauty and the designs.
He had such a way of mixing the avant-garde with classical beauty, anyone would be crazy not to stop and stare. I know that I always envied his abilities, wondering exactly how he had such a gifted a mind. He was and will remain to be an inspiration to designers, always imitated, never replicated.
My own personal fantasy was just to wear one of his dresses, a pair of Vivienne Westwood shoes, and deck myself out in all the accessories I could possibly get my hands on and just run around town and feel pretty. I think any woman or man could feel gorgeous in one of his designs, regardless of how they felt about themselves. At least, thats how it was for me.
I always maintained that I wanted him to design my first big movie premiere dress when I became a big movie Director. I wanted to showcase a link between his fashion and my work and show how he influenced me. But... Now that will never happen... If I wasn't in such shock, I would cry.
I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could meet the man behind the mastery. I wish....
Rest in Peace, Lee McQueen, Alexander McQueen. I wish you all the best in the afterlife and pray the world never forgets what a bright shining light you were, and that it will never forget the day that light diminished.
