My friend Nicola sent me this insect-inspired, straw sweater from Mugler. I wanted to wear it to the fashion show but I had problems finding an appropriate bottom to wear it with, plus, it also rained that day and I was afraid to get it wet. Anyhoo, I thought it would be nice to take it out for a spin around the nitty, gritty 10eme at my first, post-fashion week (or should I say, post-fashion month) Parisian stroll.
Visors by Alexander McQueen, sweater by Mugler, shorts by Sonia Rykiel, shoes by Sonia Rykyiel
Oh the things that we do, the places we’ll go to get that photo taken. The Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah was the crown jewel of our recent road trip. Located just a few hours drive from Salt Lake City, the salt flats is the most incredible, most picturesque, most desolate place I’ve ever set foot in my whole life. No words can describe the emotions I felt when I was there. Imagine being separated from humanity and being in touch with planet Earth — no roads, no lights, no traces of culture, civilization or man-made items. Very post-apocalyptic.
This spectacular light installation greeted showgoers upon entering Salle Wagram, the venue where the Alexander McQueen fall/winter 2012 was held the other day. I have no idea what it’s made out of but it looked like a couple of hundred (or a thousand) Christmas tree ball ornaments lit up with some sort of fiber-optic cords. So breathtaking and enchanting.
Over the weekend, I visited the breathtaking Alexander McQueen exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I queued for over an hour just to see some his work over the past few years. Astonishing. In spite of the sea of people (it felt as if we were packed like sardines), the experience was quite haunting and at times, bone-chilling. McQueen was a genius, a visionary. Photography wasn’t allowed but a friend managed to sneak a shot or two using the good ol’ cellphone. I bought the book (Alexander McQueen – Savage Beauty by Andrew Bolton), as well as a pack of pencils with his Platos Atlantis prints, for good measure.
Sunglasses from Miu Miu, necklace, bag and shirt from Kenzo, cardigan from Uniqlo, jacket from Filippa K, belt from Hermes, jeans from Diesel, socks from Prada, sandals from a market stall in Morocco
I don’t think I’ll ever get over Alexander McQueen’s passing. It’s so bittersweet that my first Alexander McQueen show was also his last. With womenswear collections just around the corner, I’m very curious what his successor, Sarah Burton, will come up under his name.
What a tragedy. Alexander McQueen is no doubt, one of the greatest fashion designers of our
generation. He's a visionary, a tailoring genius. The news of his death is, to put it quite
simply, shocking. I'm a big McQueen fan, even a much bigger fan after watching his spectacular Spring 2010 show in Paris last year. Little did I know it would be his last.
I first heard of the news backstage at BCBG Max Azria via twitter. I told a few friends who were with me at the time and they had doubts about it considering the source was the Daily Mail. After the show, en route to Richard Chai, I spoke to Susie of Stylebubble who told me the press office who is handling Alexander McQueen's McQ presentation here in New York released a (brief) statement.
I wish I could have blogged sooner and paid my respects but, as you
know, I've spent the whole day roaming around New York.
Walking on West Broadway on my way back to my hotel after along day out, I bumped into the super talented Nicola Formichetti who I haven't seen since last October in Paris. We chatted briefly, with Nicola telling me he only just saw Alexander two days ago. As you know, Formichetti and McQueen have worked many, many times. We parted with a bear hug.
Marc Jacobs and this amazing living entity named Daphne Guinness hosted the launch of Nars 15×15 in New York last night and boy do I have more photos for you. This, right here, is the mothership of fierceness. Lady Gaga who?