Thursday, February 11, 2010
Lee Alexander McQueen 1969-2010
As he walked through the forest, he happened across a fluttering swarm of butterflies. Waving to his assistants urgently, they brought what he required, a mirror. Carefully they placed it next to the swarm. Doubled in symmetry they took on a new form, they moved as one organism, flowed almost like fabric...
Over and over he would give a slight wave to his assistants. A a pit of snakes, rippling pool, chess board, birds-nest with scattered feathers.
The assistants could not explain or comprehend his behavior, these expeditions to forests, deserts, remote streams and treetop canopies seemed unnecessary and eccentric.
They couldn't catch that moment in their minds. The moment of utter beauty, when all the shapes and patterns would coalesce, in his mind, into a form that would take your breath away.