McQueen
I’m not sure what to say. Even as I write I feel like I’m struggling to stay afloat in a sea of emptiness. I’m numb.
I’m writing from my hotel room in Memphis and I can’t help but feel like I’m lost in a nightmare.
I received a breaking news report on my phone that had me up and at the computer in seconds. I typed in the words and watched numb as the chaos unfolded before my eyes:
Alexander McQueen, UK fashion designer, found dead.
The next headline reads: Alexander McQueen commits suicide.
My vision is blurring and I keep having to pause. I can’t see the keyboard and I can’t comprehend.
I remember during my interview for school having to write about my favorite designer and why? I wrote about McQueen, why not?
The fashion world; the art world…. the world has been robbed today. We have been robbed of someone who has inspired thousands and there will never be another McQueen.
I’m sorry I can’t write anymore. I can’t breathe. I just. I can’t face reality today. I’m sorry.
