her majesty

reigns from above
so below
we are adorned
as angels
and demons
metallic joints
bend and break
reaching out
for ease
comfort
connection
upon her gilded throne
she oversees the coming and going of the fashion tides








In this world, to just be yourself, that's the true luxury.

mcqueen redux

blow them all away
and have a guinness

mcqueen's own met ball tonight
and savage beauty opens to the masses on wednesday
ugly-beautiful never felt so grand

wild child

feathers on display
prancing about
show me your horns
camouflage into the urban terrain
sneak behind the scenes
ready to pounce
on your desired prey
fly fly away
its a jungle out there

covet

lace back blouse, diy preferred

delicious skinny genned/jean-ed blondes in combat boots

platformed man pumps; blue suede shoes

mcqueen asymmetry and cut-out leggings

this whole LOVELY look

d-squared's breath-taking rib back frock

gauzy cotton layers

polka dots and stripes

vivienne westwood, as always

whimsical yet ladylike practical heels

here's hoping
*wishes*

love lyric to a golden bird

The courage of that

Ancient man I know

Who shoved his raft

Against the virgin sea

And restless sought his destiny.



A thousand creatures in the deep

Spawned warnings.

None would he hear

Wile the soaring

Sailor's bird flew near.



The alms behind

So cool to some

Stemmed him in

Nor let the bursting heart

Within, without.



Each night he saw

A star he loved go out.

Brave stubborn twinklings

Before the long --- far --- fall

Then darkness ---

Where the light had been.



Each day the seering

Sun would singe his skin.

Orange and yellow devils

Danced on eyelids

Squinted shut with salt.



The bashing of the waves

Turned signposts in the sky

To whirling torments of

The pleasing past

False lighted

By a needled mind

Unwound.



The few that felt their

Rafts heads touch the

Sweetness of the sand

Paid for the many

Spent still ramming

At the sea.



Tomorrow's sunrise tells the

Tale of me

A new horizon

Or this endless sea.



Fly Golden Bird

Now out of sight.

Now here at hand

You company caressing.

Soar with me

And I'll go on

For home,

Too,

Harbors in

The softness of your breasts.



We love as one

The land beyond the sun

And know some find it.


~J.S.Allen

[Found this photo from Bergdorf's blog that took my breath away *again* and found a lovely poem to match. I feel like it describes the plight of our mad genius lost. We still miss you McQueen.]

The Parselmouth

the one and only Alexander McQueen

Lee Alexander McQueen
i will miss you
on this blog i was always a fan of your fashion aesthetic
dark and stormy
impeccable textures
challenged and confronted
drama and intrigue
sensitive and creative
you pushed the envelope
never hesitated for anyone
sexual revolution
robotic spray paint
fetish and harness
leather and lace
reptiles, insects and aviary
your last collection brought a tear to my eye
you reinvented fashion
dictated style to the masses
your innovation and craftsmanship were infinite
and irreplaceable


in a tweet a few month ago, Mr. McQueen said:
'From heaven to hell and back again, life is a funny thing. Beauty can come from the most strangest of places even the most disgusting places'