The shock of Lee McQueen’s death last Thursday made it seem impossible. We were hoping beyond hope it was a macabre rumour or practical joke worthy of Orsen Welles or McQueen himself.
If there is any small consolation, it is in his remarkable legacy. But for now we are all still reeling. Having to refer to him is past tense is just the bitter start.
As an art student in New York, McQueen was the epitome of London’s bubbling creative hub. A design visionary, like most visionaries, he was complex. This came through in the clothes; protectively structured and tailored yet always feminine or even vulnerable.
The loss cuts deeply, and is of course beyond fashion, but at Fashion Week in Paris, it will be palpable.
RIP Lee McQueen.