I had another post scheduled to go out today, but that has to wait now. I don’t like to comment on celebrity deaths, but this one punched me in the stomach. Chatting it up on gchat, looking at gilt, everything seemed fine and then one of my best friends said, “Did you hear about Alexander Mcqueen?” No, I hadn’t, but I could feel something bad was coming next and the feeling in the pit of my stomach was growing. And then he said it, and I felt like the wind was knocked out of me.
I did not know Mr. Mcqueen personally, and many think it is silly to feel such grief for someone you never met, but this intense pain is real. Mcqueen was an icon, a legend, a thought provoking and mind numbingly good designer. He was interesting, brilliant and pushed limits. He has been doing some of the most unique things in Fashion for a very long time, beyond anything anyone else can imagine to think up. I follow him on twitter and he seemed so excited for the upcoming shows (his twitter seems to be gone now), excited for what he was doing.
The story is only just emerging, but it seems unbelievably tragic already. His mother died on February 2nd, and it would seem that this must have played a large part in his suicide (what they are calling it at the moment). Fashion has lost an important piece of its puzzle today.
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I don’t think it’s silly–It would be silly if you created an altar perhaps heh, but to mourn the death of a creative mind is nothing to be ashamed of. I too was shocked by the news–everything seemed like a normal day until the news. Now the fashion industry seems slightly less vibrant.