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| Photo courtesy of the Victoria and Albert Museum |
Awestruck is the only word suitable
enough to describe how I felt as I toured the Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty exhibition at the Victoria and
Albert Museum. Having
booked almost a year in advance, I had no idea that its scale would be quite so
massive and a ticket so coveted. After its widely
successful run at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, the retrospective
has finally come back home to reign and rightfully so. Born into a working
class family in London, Lee Alexander McQueen worked his way up in the fashion
world, which he managed to take by storm without taking it too seriously.
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| The Savage Mind gallery, photo courtesy of the Victoria and Albert Museum |
The exhibition begins with McQueen’s MA
graduate collection, Jack the Ripper
Stalks His Victims (1992), and closes with his final collection, Plato’s Atlantis (2010). Five years
after McQueen’s tragic suicide, the exhibition is a haunting reminder of his
genius lasting legacy. It is easy to invest in a brand, but it is more
important to invest in the man behind the brand, which the V&A has pulled
off exceptionally. A quote from McQueen foreshadowed his fate: “I want to be
the purveyor of a certain silhouette or a way of cutting, so that when I’m dead
and gone people will know that the twenty-first century was started by
Alexander McQueen.”
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| The Romantic Naturalism gallery, photo courtesy of the Victoria and Albert Museum |
Indeed, there will never be another
like him. With my McQueen handbag in tow and my black and white McQueen skull
scarf draped around my neck, I was professing, probably a bit too loudly and
excitedly, my knowledge about the designer to anyone who happened to be within
earshot. I had a very important introduction to make after all. Like a
pilgrimage to Mecca, my fashion items were returning to holy ground, to be
reunited with their creator. I had all of the necessary makings of a fan girl.
I’m sure McQueen would think that was very uncool of me, but I remained on the
verge of tears (happy ones of course), covered in goose bumps for the entire
exhibition.
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| Alexander McQueen is a girl's best friend |
I cannot begin to explain how it felt
to see McQueen’s creations, which I had only previously seen in photos or
videos, in the fabric flesh. The exhibition remained true to McQueen’s vision
and propensity towards performance on the catwalk, even down to the music and the ambience. The mirrored box from the Spring/Summer 2001 Voss show was there fully equipped with lights to turn it from
clear to opaque glass.
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| The Voss gallery, photo courtesy of the Victoria and Albert Museum |
Lingering in the Cabinet
of Curiosities room, I examined the intricacies of metal mouthpieces,
butterfly-adorned headwear, and the spray-painted dress from the No. 13 Spring/Summer 1999 collection. Televisions
broadcasted the clothes in motion from previous catwalk shows: from the
derrière flaunting “bumsters” and too-cool-for-school models wearing them in Nihilism (Spring/Summer 1994), to the lace-encased
horns and crucifixes in Dante (Autumn/Winter
1996), to the abundant houndstooth and seeping lips in The Horn of Plenty (Autumn/Winter 2009). Even McQueen’s model
choices were deliberate – the way they sauntered out, flicked
off members of the audience, and appeared all-around irreverent and indifferent
to their surroundings.
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| The Cabinet of Curiosities gallery, photo courtesy of the Victoria and Albert Museum |
McQueen viewed his clothes as just that
– clothes. His humble and somewhat unfounded assumption implied his stance on
whether fashion equates to art. For someone who could cut clothes without a
pattern and managed to cram a pentagram, a carousel, a game of chess, fire,
water, red contact lenses, and much more into his catwalk repertoire, surely we
must argue that what McQueen achieved was an art form. Naysayers slammed him for being misogynistic when he was
anything but. McQueen lashed out with the perfect response: “I know what
misogyny is! I hate this thing about fragility and making women feel naïve…I
want people to be afraid of the women I dress.” That kind of confidently
executed intimidation on the part of the wearer, that kind of empowerment, is
what McQueen’s clothes represent.
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| "When you see a woman wearing McQueen, there's a certain hardness to the clothes that makes her look powerful. It kind of fends people off." - Alexander McQueen; the Romantic Nationalism gallery, photo courtesy of the Victoria and Albert Museum |
McQueen’s version of beauty is savage
because of the gritty, dark side of it that he chose to expose and become known
for. He drew inspiration from sadomasochism, primitivism, romanticism, and
nationalism, making it hard to believe that each room represented the
amalgamation of one creative mind. Sarah Burton is the current creative director of Alexander
McQueen. By her own admission, she does not share the same fascination with the
darker side of life as the brand’s founder did. No one would wish a tortured
past upon another, but McQueen’s demons were precisely what spurred on his
theatrical and inventive visions. I cannot bring myself to watch the catwalk
shows under Burton in recent years for fear of being underwhelmed due to my
high standards. Without Alexander McQueen the individual, I fail to rationalize
Alexander McQueen the brand.
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| McQueen's last collection, Plato's Atlantis (Spring/Summer 2010), before his premature departure from the fashion world, photo courtesy of the Victoria and Albert Museum |
Just like the ever-changing hologram
that distorts McQueen’s face into a skull and back again on the cover of my Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty book, he
will eternally remain the man, the myth. Due to his untimely death, he will
also be preserved at the height of his youth and his success for all of time,
leaving a giant fashion-shaped hole in our lives. McQueen, at least for me,
will forever be the King of fashion, presiding from his celestial throne. I
think he’d quite like that, don’t you?
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| The cover of Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty |
