UPDATE: Alexander McQueen sadly is no longer among us, read more here.
Once L’enfant terrible de la mode, Alexander McQueen has grown up to be quite a terrible designer. Terrible in so many ways, I can hardly describe him. Unpredictable yet true to his clichés. Ladies (and gentlemen), Alexander McQueen Spring Summer 2010, the Fashion Show everyone (and their respective, respectable dogs) talks about!
Driving you through your deepest fears and prejudices, the fashion show debut, the short snake love film took things even further into the psychedelic of McQueen’s Spring Summer 2010, forcing you to watch yourself on the big screen as the giant cameras roll on back and forth, on the catwalk and back in the audience. (the story continues right after the jump with more images and videos of the Paris Fashion Show)
The alien-esques features, the aesthetic enhancements and the psychotic presentation will surely be remembered. It’s hard to forget a collection that can play with your mental state without even using any (more or less) illegal substance.
It’s all a game, a game of repetition, of twisted vision and perspective. Takes your focus away from the clothes and place you at the models feet where uber impractical shoes bring a models catwalk to a state of art.
What I loved the most? The prints. Unmistakably McQueen, his vision will guarantee free passing in anyone’s memory. What? Hallucinating prints? Yep, that’s McQueen! Also, the way he bends fabric into matching the print is quite remarkable.
Tons of greys, blues and earth tones. All tends to portray a Jungle Galaxy, by day and by night chez McQueen. If you already booked a place for the next Summer’s Interstellar Spaceship, buying Alexander McQueen would be just the way to get your luggage ready. Who needs to walk in zero gravity? Bring on the disastrous shoes! (and do not mess with the Interstellar-Romulan-Mermaid-Bride!)
All in all, it’s a beautiful Fashion Show, almost couture-ish. I loved every second of it. I loved it so that I instantly fell asleep right after the first part; I fell asleep and dreamed about aliens concealing weapons in their shoes and hiding a minuscule army underneath drapes of fabric, dissimulated in hallucinating prints. Also, I dreamed Lady Gaga was an alien. What? Lady Gaga was actually in the show? Hmmm (you can see photos of the entire collection here)