Alexander McQueen Ruined Me For Everything Else

You guys, I’m having a terrible time coming up with anything I want to write about since seeing Savage Beauty this weekend. I’m serious. That exhibit was like wandering through a wondrous fashion/art/multi-media/fantasy dream come true and I don’t care about anything else. I don’t care about my clothes or your clothes or my family or food or work or anything. I just want to spend the rest of my life in slack-jawed awe in front of these balsa wood wings:


I want to spend all of my time considering femininity and power and how the two can intertwine and result in poetic tragedy. I want to think about the way light can filter through carved eyelets and play delicately against the body. I tried to see the rest of the Met after seeing Savage Beauty and found myself so underwhelmed with all the other famous art, I left feeling irritated with  museums for being so blah when they clearly have the ability to exhibit in ways that are literally breathtaking.  Yeah, Pollock. Way to paint. Who gives a shit.

Anyway, I’m supposed to tell you about something, right? I’m fashion blogging, correct? Savage Beauty made me reconsider everything I thought I knew or wanted to know about fashion and art.

I do want these weird shoes, though:

They’re Topsiders, meets Crocs. They’re Native Shoes. You can go anywhere in them. Specifically, you can go from the city to the beach or into a rain storm in them. And they’re insanely comfy. They’re also kind of ugly in a charming way. Like many cars from the 70s. Such as the Gremlin.

They also make these weird all-terrain winter boots that I will be getting:

I realize that this is probably the least articulate post I’ve ever written. You can blame the late Mr. McQueen. My mind has been blown. Favorite overheard quote from a viewer: “Ugh. I can’t wear belts anymore.” So I wasn’t the only one affected.

Next week I’ll be back with words that I can use.


About Michael von Braithwaite

Does it look like I'd wear it on a boat, at an eccentric person's estate or accompanied by a peacock on a chain? Yeah, I'll probably buy that.


  1. Amal Joury

    i couldn’t talk for hours after leaving that exhibit. i then wished i had the black parachute silk cape swirling out behind me dramatically. and the leather hoop dress!!!!!

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