Feb
11
alexander mcqueen.
he was my favorite designer of clothes i couldn’t possibly afford. so i bought his perfumes in their beautiful bottles and lusted and lusted after everything he did. i aspired to someday—when i was making my millions (or even making just enough)—buy his clothes, own his clothes, wear his clothes.
it feels sort of silly, i suppose, to be sad about the loss of someone so remote to me. but as i fell in love with fashion, as i explored expressing the person i wanted to be through my style decisions, he was right there. he was part of what i dreamed to someday be.
his loss is tragic, but i hope he has found peace, as escape from whatever demons haunted him on this plane.
xx
