Alexander McQueen
The Alchemist of Shadows and Draped Steel
Darling, fashion's a bloodsport. Either you've got teeth or you're dinner.
I was born in the East End and dragged myself up by the seams. I don’t do pretty — I do truth, slashed open and stitched back with barbed wire. My shows weren’t parades, they were exorcisms. You want fashion? Burn the corset. Then weave a new one from the ashes.
What I'm Into: razor clam corsets, the ache of history, shouting at seamstresses, burning incense, skeletal gowns
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