His final season, only 80% complete at the time of his death, is one of romanticism and restraint. Sumptuous fabrics, undulating and floating around the figure, rich jacquards and gilded feathers, hand craft so impeccably Haute Couture. There is a softness, a somberness, a bitter sweetness to the collection as well, partially because of the intimate setting chosen for the final collection, but possibly also because as we look at these queens, mothers, angels and demons we know it can never be again. It is that moment before fully waking when the dream is still visible, but slipping through your fingers. The quiet reflection of a prolific artist, “I’m interested in designing for posterity. People who buy McQueen are going to hand the clothes down to their children, and that’s very rare today.” Alexander McQueen, Harpers Bazaar.
there is talk of a design team taking over the impossible job of McQueen’s genius. I truly hope these rumours do not come to fruition – they are shoes that can never be filled.
The entire collection, 16 looks. RIP Alexander McQueen.
photographs are from style.com