Since i was younger, practicing my Oscars speech in the mirror over and over again, I dreamed of wearing one of Alexander McQueen’s poetic creations down a red carpet. Something about him spoke to me, even as a young girl I felt something when I looked at his creations. I saw a different world that he created. A world that I sometimes saw in my own dreams. His style was iconic, filled with anguish, beauty, fantasy, and mystery. It was part fairytale and part reality, and was at times quite aphotic. His shows weren’t just fashion shows, they were pure theatre. With his death we lost a great artist, and he will be missed by those who admired him from their poster lined, adolescent bedrooms; to those who were close to him and loved him dearly.