The tragic passing of Alexander McQueen in February 2010 has the fashion world mourning. It was such a great loss; he was truly an artist, in every sense of the word. He left us with a range of masterpieces to be continually inspired with.
I am a middle class worker and there is no way, based on my current pay, that I will ever afford a McQueen. Oddly enough, this morning, his work was the first thing I looked up on Pinterest. (For those who haven’t noticed, I am a Pinterest fan. Click the upper right button to view my boards.)
Sometimes, I envy the spending power of the upper class. They get to experience and wear the genius of so many artists and designers; us middle class men merely look on. I cannot deny the fact that I do sometimes aspire to be as well off as them. But I know my limits, and I am grateful that the media has extensively covered (or at least as much as they can) the works of these modern Da Vincis.
I hope no one would mistake my admiration and aspiration as being ungrateful for what I have. I am grateful; I know I am still far more fortunate than most. I know the poverty statistics, mortality rates, feeding programs and the like. I am not unaware. But you see, high fashion is the cloud I float on. A girl can dream still you know, even at 2-.
“Each piece is unique, as was he.”
McQueen Fashion House, Paris Fashion Week, March 2010