I miss Alexander McQueen – I was so distressed when I learned of his passing some years ago. McQueen was one of fashion the envelope pushers…who got away with it. He took shapes and ideas to the next level, stirring the creative possibilities unabashedly.
His models wore headdresses of birds in flight – so real looking that you’d half expect to have one on your shoulder at any moment, vying for a snack…or lock of hair.
Towering, extraterrestrial heels (a word I used prior to seeing this post, but who wouldn’t go there?! I did back then too) – not only bizarre, but downright menacing – strut alongside re-vivified chopine, rounded, snake-snouted booties (a favorite of Ms. Gaga), and biker badassery.
No, he never was for the faint of heart, but I liked that. He still managed relevancy, amidst the spectacle too, albeit “wearable” for the bold more so than the masses.
A friend recently showed me a clutch covered in skulls and rhinestones…and it reminded me of McQueen right away. (And anyway – it’s almost Halloween – a perfect time for fearless revelry…and accessories!)
I recalled the bejeweled, bedecked (skull-decked, I should say) knuckle ring clutches he made back when. They are still – not surprisingly – going strong among the quirky, and affluent.
They are essentially wearable art – you couldn’t possibly go unnoticed bearing one of these in your hand. But then you wouldn’t buy it if you didn’t favor an adventurous path, undaunted by the merrily mundane (casting curious looks ‘ere you go!)