Friday, 12 February 2010

Be mine, valentine?

Yes ladies and gentleman, it’s that time of year once again. Chocolate, teddies and champagne by the lorry load. Pass me the bucket. Generally, I’m a hopeless romantic and I’m well known for being a soppy cry baby at anything to do with love, however Valentine’s Day just revolts me. Who needs a certain time of year to buy me a present? I joke, of course but it does all seem so pointless that couples are forced together and must buy each other a variety of pointless and usually later forgotten about, gifts whereas singletons are left feeling lonely and inadequate usually resulting in a vast mount of alcohol being consumed. And so, that is all I have to say on the matter. On to more important news.

R.I.P Alexander McQueen. The ‘bad boy of fashion’ was sadly found dead in his home yesterday, just a few days after the death of his mother, and it’s reported it was suicide. The designer was just 40 years old and had fans including Kate Moss, SJP and Lady Gaga (who famously wore his ‘armadillo shoes’ which were just genius) as well as a string of others inside and out of the fashion world.

From the beginning McQueen created collections that made the mind go wild, causing a stir with bum skimming trousers in 1994, catapulting tartan into the limelight in 1995, a ring of fine in ’98 and a magical snowstorm in ’99. As his ideas grew his financial constraints shrunk, creating even more delights for his catwalk viewers. In 2001 they waited hours in front of a box, for it to open, release live butterflies and reveal a masked, naked live model. His passion and creative flair were undeniable; he constantly found new ways to amaze and to shock. He was fashions best showman.

McQueens A/W 06 hologram of Kate Moss.

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