http://www.alexandermcqueen.com/int/en/corporate/archive2010_ss_womensp.aspx
A few months ago as I watched McQueen's S/S 2010 collection show on TV with a friend, I remember having a particular conversation . As usual show was theaterical. But there was something different about this show, I noticed it, and my friend who was with me voiced his opinion. He thought there was something almost too perfect, "dangerously perfect", and transcendental about the presentation and the garment themselves. I, for one am a believer in "seriousness" of wearer, but "effortlessness" of garment. I wasn't sure if I agreed with or liked the notion that his collection seems to do with philosohical reflections than "the image" of the life style a piece of garment can offer.
His collection was beautiful and grotsque at the same time. But without his usual shock factor. The silhouette of the dress seem to spill out entrails, as if you turned your dissecting tray upside down with a dead specie still pinned on the tray. There is no blood nor gore, but only formaldehyde soaked guts spread out for all to see. His garments looked so of other world, where death is neatly contained, without any sentimentality, fear, but in its tangiable, concrete metaphors. Even the cameras on the stage seemed reference the mechanical eyes devoide of life. I still don't know if I like or dislike McQueen's creations. But ultimately his works, for anyone who's interested in fashion, is not about "like" or "dislike", and THAT is what makes his work so special. RIP Mr. McQueen...
