The art in Alexander Mc Queen's exhibit collection speaks for itself. The expression of faceless mannequins, the shapes of their body, the design, the fabrics, everything represent pure arts. While the exhibit at the Met came to an end, I stumbled upon many blogs that were discussing the meaning of it all, ie: http://www.styleclicker.net/2011/07/05/i%E2%80%99m-a-romantic-schizophrenic-amq-savage-beauty-at-the-met/
But I like to look at it, to think about it and to integrated it for myself. I see little point in discussing the arts for each one of us perceives it so differently.
For instance, what do you think about when you hear "I am a romantic schizophrenic"?
You might be miles away from thinking what I am thinking right now. However, perhaps you can understand that stuck in the shidduch system, I now more than ever can identify to such feelings of dissociated identity, dreams of chivalry and yearning for a breakthrough of fantasy.
So much pain to be seen in his designs, so much beauty; It is no surprise to me that AMQ ended his own life.