Long Live The McQueen!

I'm completely shocked. After waking up from a nap, what I see as headline on Yahoo.com is the news that fashion designer extraordinaire Alexander McQueen died in his home in London. DEAD. Like DUNZO. People in the industry says they're not completely shocked by his possible suicide, but I don't care; I'm utterly dumbfounded by this tragedy.

It's like Michael Jackson dying in the music industry or Picasso in the world art or Marlo Brandon in Hollywood. Alexander McQueen was/is a major creative voice in fashion. He's a creator and artist beyond everything else. What walks the down runway every season under his brand name is always inspiration, creativity, no-nonsense (though some would suggest otherwise), and vision. It's not about putting clothes on a person. It's not about being "stylish" or "in-fashion" with his clothes; it's about statement, art and showmanship. He strongly believes in his shit, and that made everyone else believe in him. He's sort of the wild child of fashion, the non-conformist, the non-follower of this shallow industry. He's truly a talent to be reckoned with and his death will lead to the conservation of his life-long works in museums and worthy institutions, I am sure.

Even the Great falls.

R.I.P. A.McQ