Sigh. It has been a couple of weeks now, and I can't think of anything to say about McQueen's passing that isn't either cloying and sentimental and/or somehow self-important. Nor have I read anything by anyone else that has managed to avoid the above trap.
I've decided to seek closure through pictures. Specifically of the first show that brought Alexander McQueen to my attention- a show that I still love to revisit for its creativity, its brilliance and its uniquely tweaked esthetic.