On Saturday, August 6 I took some time out of my brutally busy schedule to check out an exhibit that had the fashion capital of the world buzzing: The Alexander McQueen exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum.
Though I’m an educator by day, a poet, wordsmith, visionary and motor mouth by night, I doubt that I’m able to capture with words the essence of awesomeness tattooed onto the clothes. Walking through the exhibit with it’s romanticism, naturalism and even the dark sadomasochistic undercurrents felt like the Met had somehow conjured up the spirit of the late Designer and asked him to permeate the experience. It was a hit.
We, as the new school, whether we are starting with t-shirts tanks and sweat shirts, or whether we’ve graduated to leather stitched wooden soled wingtips and tribal knit shawl neck cardigans owe it to our predecessors to hone our craft and make it pop. We owe it to them to push the envelope and be courageous in our vision and our design. Otherwise we run the risk of creating an industry of clownery and mockery to the very essence of what fashion as art and expression actually is. NYC lined up for blocks: our wait (me and my date owww) was literally 3.5 hours. The overwhelming message: we appreciate and honor the level of skill and mastery that Alexander McQueen bought to the fashion world.
We hope that in our journey as the new cats on the block, in or quest to #spreadlove we make pieces that’ll make our customers proud as well as other designers. #SpreadLove
Photos covertly captured by the likes of The David and Cool Breeze Photography…
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