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 [...]
It is sad that Alexander McQueen took his own life, says Telegraph religion editor/Anglican priest George Pitcher. But there's something he thinks that we're ignoring while we focus on the tragedy of a man at the top of his field who could not overcome whatever sadness he found too painful to cope with: The fashion industry is bad, bad, bad.
Holy bananas, the Alexander McQueen show in Paris. (Go look at all those pictures of shoes right now! And here are the clothes.) An eagle-eyed reader notes that the particular shoe above quite resembles the "Ellie" award statue of the American Society of Magazine Editors. Did you know? Wikipedia says "in the magazine world, they are roughly equivalent to the Pulitzer Prizes," which is not in any way true. ALSO I WANT TO BE FROM THE SPACE-FUTURE NOW. This is the DEATH KNELL OF THE HANDBAG. Purses are so pre-9/11. Shoes are the only symbol to have. Also, there is nothing for men to wear. It [...]
