.dark day
Hoje o mundo da moda chora a perda de um de seus maiores gênios comtemporâneos. Hoje eu choro a perda de um gênio e uma inspiração. Me lembro claramente de um dos meus maiores sonhos aos dezessete anos: trabalhar com Alexander McQueen (nem que fosse para limpar a mesa dele), foi um sonho que durou até hoje. E hoje eu choro um sonho desfeito.
Do style.com tirei essas palavras, e espero que finalmente o gênio tenha achado sua paz.
The news that Alexander McQueen has killed himself is particularly devastating because it always felt to me like he’d be the last man standing. He was restless, but so pragmatic with it I assumed he had what it took to endure the extreme situations he placed himself in. He was also an arch romantic with a pessimistic streak. It produced some of the most beautiful, shocking images in the history of fashion, but it’s a state of mind that can lead to endless disappointments. The death of McQueen’s mother last week would have validated his pessimism. It would undoubtedly have taken away his most vital support. It’s awful to imagine him trying—and failing—to cope, and one can only hope that, if he was looking for peace, he found it. For everyone left behind, there will eventually be consolation, however scant right now, in a body of work whose power will never die.
—Tim Blanks
