while i was at work, i heard on my break that Alexander McQueen was found dead tonight. possible suicide. =(
to those of you who do not know, Alexander McQueen is a fashion behemoth; one of my personal favorites fashion designers.
up til...high school graduation, i wanted to be a fashion designer. fashion definitely is one of my loves, even now, i can spend hours looking through fashion magazines. i own between 15 and 20 spiral notebooks filled with photos i've collected from magazines i liked for the last 5 or 6 years. but, i decided not to pursue it as a career because fashion can get quite materialistic. many may (and do) disagree, but i think theres something seriously wrong with wanting (let alone BUYING) shoes and pieces of clothing that are literally thousands of dollars. and i can't have my contribution to the world be....a beautiful dress....or a badass wrap skirt....or something like that. i just can't. whatever my mark, it has to be bigger and deeper.
but the thing about fashion is that it is art. and i respect/love/need/obsess over art-regardless of its medium.
Alexander Mcqueen is the fashion designer for the goth/punky brewster/wild child/drunk/psycho/sex addict/alien/outcast in all of us. i can't even wrap my head around some of the pieces he's done. anyway....i hope he found some solace. maybe he'll come back as an elephant.
comment. don't comment. admire his work.
