Immortality belongs to the one who knows what death is.

One year without Alexander McQueen.

There's nothing left to say.

This is not another Alexander McQueen blog post talking about how much I miss McQueen or his fashion...

I will talk about what he left to us. He certainly was the last genius. A visionary, a son of Nostradamus; an artist who died creation by creation, little by little and then he found eternity.

Alexander McQueen was visual music, he was divine blood and beyond what he did and what he will never do, Alexander McQueen was a poet, an Arthur Rimbaud with a snake of silk in his heart.

Tears for glory, light, darkness... We can't pretend to live in Heaven without breathing hell and licking pain.

The legacy of McQueen beats within all those who fell in love with his message.
Because his clothes were not only clothes...
The fabrics were words ... The designs were prophecies.

On February 11th I always remember that we do not need wings to fly. We just need to want to rise and make a mark that will live for us.

Today, on the anniversary of the death of Alexander McQueen, I raise a prayer for the repose of that great human being and he can hold the hand of his mother. He will give us a smile, he will fill us with inspiration and spirit.

Body is dust, words are ashes but beauty remains intact... Beauty is immortal.

Alexander McQueen is beauty, he is a howl in the deep sea.

So if you can listen to him with your eyes, then Lee Alexander McQueen will have fulfilled his mission in this world.

This is not a gloomy Friday... This is the day when the myth becomes eternal.


- FER IRIGOYEN -