
Good news for people who lost everything in Hurricane Sandy! According to the fashion department of New York magazine, "the color of the season is a deep, red wine: somewhere between bordeaux and burgundy," so you were going to have to replace everything anyway.
We cannot call McQueen an artist and simultaneously show his art in such a silly way. His talents were in tailoring, draping, volume, etc—and "Savage Beauty" obfuscates those talents by placing his beautiful clothes in a relentlessly cheesy, cartoonish sideshow, part mausoleum, part Hot Topic. The "Savage Beauty" exhibit with all its smoke and burnished mirrors, its gothic display cubbies, its spinning mannequins, supposedly menacing heartbeat sounds and–worst of all–pumping techno music do nothing but distract from why we are celebrating McQueen in the first place. Essentially, "Savage Beauty" is not about McQueen’s designs but an act of pinning to him this romantic narrative, a Kurt Cobain story [...]