McQueen in German Vogue, model Tanya Dziahileva, photographer Paola Kudacki
I’m no fashionista. I don’t have the body or the patience for it. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know genius when I see it.
Alexander McQueen was one of my kind, and by kind I don’t mean to elevate myself to him, God no, but I do mean one of my weird breed, someone who displayed his imagination in public. Displayed it, splayed it, sprayed it. A fabulist who told his tales by transforming cloth into transformation itself.
Like the shoes. From the Origin of the Species show?
McQueen Spring 2010
Yes those shoes. The Armadillo shoes.
When I first saw them, part of me was appalled at the thought of a woman trying to walk in them, even a little repulsed. That is supposed to be a woman’s foot, I thought. But then I became enchanted by the strangeness. Because those are not feet, those are not shoes. They are a new line. A new way of thinking. And I fell in love with them for themselves.
A few more things I love for themselves:
Vogue Dec 08
September 06 Vogue Nippon
And so with a heavy heart I say, another great slips into the night.
A more comprehensive examination on McQueen’s work can be found here, a lovely photohistory of his catwalk collections is here, and here are videos of many of them. A rare video interview with the designer himself is here.
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