I started to cry today (well, almost) when I stood in front of the black victorian jackets, one of them called Joan, made by the designer, artist, romantic Alexander McQueen on display in the exhibition Savage Beauty at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London.
The perfect stitching, the wonderful curves, the neat row of buttons.
Alexander McQueen alters between life and death, he protects the body with his art but he also rips it, hurts it. The high collars and the metal masks are continuosly present – to protect the most sensitive part of a human: The face, the neck. But he also slides over in shutting off when he completely covers the faces.
And the embroidary! Beautiful!
You were not allowed to take any photos in the exhibition, one can understand why, but here are some from the shop.