Through the shattered glass...

... I have been mulling over how the fashion world seems like a parallel world and how I feel like Alice after she recrossed the looking glass into the real world.

Then Lee Alexander McQueen died.

And it feels like that glass that separates the beauty of fashion from the cruel real world has been shattered forever by his suicide. There are few talents like his. The intensity of his vision, his unrelenting pursuit of an ideal through a perfect storm of tailoring and Snow Queen like fantasy was unique. And I think we all admired and loved him for it. He made us dream, he made us smile, he made us think.

His vision permeated many things beyond fashion. I sincerely believe that films such as "The Grimm Brothers" or "Underworld" would not have looked the same if he hadn't taken our breath away with every fashion show.

May you rest in peace, Lee.