burning down the house by lachapelle (alexander mcqueen and isabella blow)
mcqueen spring 2001 reminiscent of ‘the birds’
who knows why we pick the people we do to associate to. you see something in what they create and relate. strive to elevate your own creations. they’re a bar that you’ve set in your head.
a couple years ago, i lost one of my favourites. isabella blow was mad and i loved her. and who knows why. there’s very little a girl from arizona has to do with a woman who grew up in england. but there was just something about her. every once in a while i’d do a google search and see what she was up to… i loved coming across photos of her in vogue. i remember when she found what she claimed to be the next big thing, and bought every piece of his first collection…
i remember the genius of alexander mcqueen. right after i started fashion school he had that crazy collection involving an insane asylum. all the models had heads wrapped with bandages… it makes me laugh just thinking about it. there were so many clever ideas. and they were cohesive. crazy, but cohesive. more recently i completely forgot about work for a half an hour (or more) to watch his last fashion show streaming live on the web, only to have the thing crash because everyone and their mom wanted to see alexander’s live fashion show too. i’ve loved seeing those dresses pop up here and there in real life versus the world he created with the show. he had such a following. so many people loved him.
it’s disheartening to lose heroes. sadder still to think he took his life. his amazing creations will be remembered, his unique genius never duplicated.