Genius, ever a fragile commodity.
Poor Alexander McQueen, devastated by the death of his mother whose funeral was arranged for tomorrow. But one thing I've learnt is that you cannot find an easy answer to why people choose to depart this life, leaving us all behind bewildered and bereaved to a greater or lesser extent. In that childish way that we learnt to make sense of death, let's hope he's reunited with her and with his close friend and muse Isabella Blow, who died by her own hand in 2007 .
Isabella Blow in a creation designed by McQueen with Philip Treacy.
I was in a restaurant when Isabella Blow piled in just after us, squeezing past the tables to hang up her coat in the closet. I made an excuse to enter the closet so that I could see who she was wearing. (What a terrible admission!) The label said Alexander McQueen. Of course.
Images from The Guardian website. Read McQueen's obituary here.
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