Goodbye, Alexander McQueen

On Thursday, February 11th, 2010, Lee Alexander McQueen’s lifeless body was discovered in his London flat. Early reports name suicide by hanging as the cause of death, although no official reports have yet been filed.

He was only 40 years old, and decades of fame & fortune, celebrity status, and professional accolades could not save him from becoming the victim of his own pessimism. It is impossible to know what pushed the designer into such tragic action, but the recent loss of his mother, just one week prior, might have been more than the designer could bear.

Perhaps it is easy for others (critics, editors) to dispense with their judgmental opinions in a field as precocious and changeable as the fashion business. But there are no external judgmental words as heavy as that which we say to ourselves, internally. The demon of self-doubt who constantly rails inside the artist’s head, screaming the banshee cry of, “Failure! Failure!”, drowns out the laughter and clinking of glasses at dinner parties, and the sycophants who crow compliments, all the while scanning the crowd to find next season’s rising star to hook their wagon to next.

McQueen’s accomplishments include being named “British Designer of the Year” four times (between 1996-2003) and his outlandish and theatrical vision of fashion earned him the moniker, “L’enfant terrible”.

Godspeed McQueen, and I hope your soul is smiling now, at last. I imagine the angels’ will delight to have their white wings sprayed with paint by robotic arms. Thank you for bringing your “Dare to be Different” philosophy into our world, and now into great beyond.

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