It was a big day for New York's fashion fiends, as both Fall 2010 Fashion Week and the hotly-anticipated Barney's Warehouse Sale kicked off today. However, all was eclipsed by the tragic news of Alexander McQueen's untimely death. As I'm sure you've heard, via your television, online news sources, twitterstream, and barrage of Facebook status updates, one of the industry's boldest, brightest and most immensely talented stars took his own life today, leaving family, friends, and fans shocked, saddened, and confused. I'm not going to write a tribute as so many journalists and bloggers have so lovingly and eloquently done, but I do want to relay this wonderful anecdote, which my coworker Philipp passed along today:
RIP: Alexander McQueen. We'll keep thinking of him in happier times. Like when he got the job at Givenchy. When meeting the starchy Parisian studio staff for the first time, he got his cock out, peed on the cutting table, and said, 'See the future!'
Just a few awe-inspiring feats of sartorial wizardry: