Actually, I have all my McQueen pictures lined up ready to post on another tab, but to be perfectly honest I'm really not in the mood to wax lyrical over Lobster shoes and Jack The Ripper Fall 2009 (which was, having said that, epic).
The whole reason I felt inspired to write a post about him just now, days after the actual event, is because I read Tavi's blog. And it really irked me.
"It seems like I haven't stopped crying for days".
Admittedly the girl is thirteen and quite possibly a highly strung emotional wreck what with all the media attention she gets (and the girl has taken to wearing sunglasses indoors ala Wintour when front row at couture), but the number of posts from adults echoing her sentiments I find more than a little bit vulgar.
He was an absolute fashion genuis and one of the most inspiring, eclectic and inventive talents ever produced by our country, but to cry over it? I think that right has already been reserved by family and friends, and it makes me a little bit sick.
Tragic day for the fashion industry, but not personally for you. Get over it.
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