I'm forgoing my usual deep thoughts for the week to pay homage to one of fashion's true talents. Alexander McQueen's death will leave a gaping hole in an industry starved for exactly his brand of outlandish genius. Especially now, when many designers are forced to choose between bottom lines or artistic vision, he never concerned himself with playing it safe. He was a rule breaker, but also the kind of man who, when asked in an interview with his mother, answered that love makes his heart skip a beat. His innovative imagination and seemingly limitless talent churned out brilliant, truly astounding collections season after season. His moving, controversial, fantastical interpretations of modern aesthetics were what fashion is really about. Loved or hated, the designs were deeply emotional and brought even the most jaded back to that visceral gut feeling reminding us why we fell in love with this industry in the first place. Viewing his collections, suddenly we were all 8 years old again, staring wide-eyed, minds racing with an aching desire and passion that no matter how many words spilled, could never be articulated.
Editor of British Vogue, Alexandra Shulman sums it up,
"at one level he was a master of the fantastic, creating astounding fashion shows that mixed design, technology and performance and on another he was a modern-day genius whose gothic aesthetic was adopted by women the world over. His death is the hugest loss to anyone who knew him and for very many who didn't."He will be missed.
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