I actually made a not-so accidental shrine to Alexander McQueen some time ago. Among a tartan stuffed dog from Scotland, striking rocks from forest and desert floors alike, Savage Beauty stands upright, McQueen’s holographic image shifting between the gaze of the tortured genius and the chrome skeleton; one identity as eerie as the other. The book is the reminder of a curiosity and creativity that, to me, continues to rival the best in the industry. Tonight though, as I devoured the Pre-Fall 2013 Collection, I accepted, after nearly 3 years mind you, that Sarah Burton’s has clear respect of McQueen’s, dare I say, tradition; an understanding of a design no matter how obscure or intricate, ultimately falls back into the most classic, spectacular and timeless of creations. I prematurely mourned the death of a house, but in this collection I see it’s rebirth, and it comes clad in velvet, silk and leather.
© 2013 Rhian Graco