He once confessed that he wanted to rise up in a glass box at the end of a show and blow his brains out.) Threaded through the patchwork of McQueen’s story is his unstinting work ethic and the phenomenal skill of his tailoring one friend, in the film, claims that he could inspect you and, without taking measurements, sketch an outfit that would fit you to perfection, while another recalls that, when he was lost in a fervid trance of pinning and cutting, his eyes would turn black. Martin’s School of Art the deeper shock of his enthronement at Givenchy, in Paris the move to Gucci the liposuction, the beloved dogs, the drugs and the horror of his demise. So we get the working-class son of a taxi-driver, from the eastern fringe of London the apprenticeship on Savile Row the shock of his degree show, entitled “Jack the Ripper Stalks His Victims,” at St. Now, however, the co-directors of “McQueen,” Ian Bonhôte and Peter Ettedgui, have decided to redress the balance. The emphasis was more on the clothes than on the ripped and messy life of the man who created them, and, if you were driven to speculate on the fertile murk of his mind, so much the better. More than half a million people came, as if it were a theatrical hit, although not many Broadway shows go on till midnight, as “Savage Beauty” did on the final weekend of its run. The year after McQueen died, a retrospective of his work, “ Savage Beauty,” was staged at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
A corset consists of a rib cage and spine, forged from aluminum and tapering to a tail. Out on the catwalk, feathers gleam on bodices and skirts. (He remarked of one stately outfit, worn by a model in 2006, “It looks like she’s rammed the piece of lace with her antlers.” Try to imagine Yves Saint Laurent saying that.) Of all the footage that the film unearths, the least surprising clip shows him gauntleted, with a bird of prey on his wrist. None of the above, as it happens, although McQueen, the British fashion designer who ascended to fame in the nineteen-nineties and hanged himself in 2010, was much possessed by death, and by the ravaging allure of the animal kingdom.
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Was he a lepidopterist, then, or a forensic archeologist, or an authority on chameleons? Or is this the tale of a serial killer and his dark, duplicitous art?
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We see butterflies, a cranium’s dome, and scaly skin of many dazzling hues.
If you had never heard of Alexander McQueen, and knew nothing of his trade, the opening credits of a new documentary, “McQueen,” would leave you none the wiser.