Saturday, February 13, 2010

Rest In Peace Lee Alexander McQueen

The fashion world will be at a loss without Lee Alexander McQueen.

'McQueen committed suicide less than a week after the death of his beloved mother Joyce, whose unwavering support and no-nonsense warmth must have been a safe haven for a man whose adult life was spent being fawned over one moment, and having to negotiate with his label's backer, the Gucci group, the next - to say nothing of the gruelling regime of creating the collections, accessories and headline-attracting catwalk shows that became his trademark (and attracting headlines is a large tool in the success of a fashion label). Everything from live butterflies to car-paint spray guns was utilised in making these shows remarkable. A hologram of Kate Moss, or a double-amputee model with handcarved prosthetic legs? If that was what was required to articulate the (usually dark) aesthetic of that season's collection, McQueen found a way to do it.'

On why he loved doing shows:
“I like blowing people’s minds. It’s a buzz. Like a fix, for 20 minutes. I like the spontaneity of doing it there and then. We broke the mold by not using the fashion-show-production people. I found Sam Gainsbury, who’d been doing pop video. So it became more cinematic.”
On why he came up with “bumsters”:
“It was an art thing, to change the way women looked, just by cut, to make a longer torso. But I was taking it to an extreme. The girls looked quite menacing, because there was so much top and so little bottom, because of the length of legs. That was the concept, nothing to do with a ‘builder’s bum.’”
On the psychology behind his work:
“There is something sinister, something quite biographical about what I do—but that part is for me. It’s my personal business. I think there is a lot of romance, melancholy. There’s a sadness to it, but there’s romance in sadness. I suppose I am a very melancholy person.”
On going to Buckingham Palace to receive his Commander of the British Empire award from the Queen, accompanied by his mother, Joyce:
“Why they gave me that, I don’t understand—because I wrote, ‘I am a c–t,’ on the queen’s son’s jacket! I was dressed up like a right old banana in a kilt. I had this bloody hat with a feather in it, a big old bonnet, with a hangover. I’d been up at Annabel’s and Claridge’s all night; I was right frazzled. And my mum had me turning up in a Bentley—a right old ‘nana! Thanks, Queenie! It was a funny day, but worth it. My mum loved it.”
Rest in peace Lee Alexander McQueen 1969-2010

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