Yesterday was a particularly miserable day, owing greatly in part to the passing of one of my personal favourite designers Lee Alexander McQueen. I tried to isolate myself by holing myself up reading magazines in Chapters and found myself particularly engrossed by the issue of RUSSH with Daul Kim on the cover - a simple yet sad reminder of how fleeting life can be. I really did cry yesterday, because I know what it feels like to want to die, and that some of the most fascinating people I've ever imagined have succumbed to that.
I'm wearing my Rodarte x Target dress today, because its reminiscent of the ribcage suitcase he designed for Samsonite - which is one of the most memorable things he has designed (at least for me).
Whenever I think of Alexander McQueen, the only world that really comes to mind is 'genius'. Every other adjective seems devoid of meaning. He created some of the most memorable moments that fashion has ever seen and was a true trailblazer. I will remember him as a master of leather, lace, schoolboy, royalty and everything that is quintessentially British. Please rest in peace, Lee Alexander McQueen.
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