Around 1997, it was a pretty hectic time in my life. I was still mourning the loss of my mother, my father just had his second heart attack, I was getting over being in a car crash. Honestly, the lyric from Gary Numan’s Down in The Park sums it up well…. “I was in a car crash or was it the war, i’ve never been quite the same”. It was a very tough time in my life and music was pretty much the only thing that was keeping me going at the time. I was really into watching MTV and VH1 with the euro techno british invasion acts such as “The Prodigy” and “Republica” really struck a chord with me. Strange fascinations, fascinating me at this time… one album in particular at this time was David Bowie’s Earthling. I can remember seeing the album cover and my whole future right there and then flashed in front of my eyes, that Union Jack Alexander Mcqueen jacket… I wanted that jacket, I wanted flashy cool hair, I wanted to live in a New York City penthouse… I knew I had to escape normality and create my own persona if I ever wanted to become the person my teenage self longed to be. Pure rebellion with class. I did a little bit of research on McQueen, finding out he was also the youngest of six siblings and also had a less than regal time growing up despite a name fit for a British lord. His story of struggle and success really helped me through these times growing up.
That summer, I saw VH1’s Fashionably Loud featuring some of Alexander Mcqueen’s collection, I knew I would never be able to afford the clothing… but I tried my own style during the time with plaids, union jacks and saved up for months for my first pair of 20 hole Dr. Martens. I joked around for years that I would eventually end up with odd mix of a closet of just his clothes and thrift store findings.
His truly genius fashion shows were more than just fashion but a higher statement… his clothing were more than fabric but something of a legendary creature that threw you into his Alice in Wonderland type world.
Sadly, I will never meet the man who shaped my life with his style as he passed away yesterday, but his legacy will always be a part of me and everything that Miss Destructo stands for…
Thank you Mr. Mcqueen, the world has lost it’s fashion king…. you will be missed.