god save mcqueen.

I never considered myself an Alexander McQueen girl.

Nor would I ever, for that matter. Too prissy, perhaps, or arguably a wimp when faced with the (literally) dead-set eyes of his infamous skulls. Yet somehow, in the midst of my anti-skulls platform during the raging skulls trend back in the day, I have always had my heart set on owning the classic, Alexander McQueen scarf.

{black & ivory silk chiffon scarf, $260 // rose wool-blend scarf, $455}

Note that I stress  c l a s s i c  – I am forever fond of pieces deemed classic (in my book, of course). By classic they must meet the following requirements: iconic, versatile, and ageless. I do believe Mr. Mcqueen’s iconic skull-print scarves are exactly that and no less, for its ability to transform any ensemble from simply blah to dark, gothic, and edgy is undeniable.

Whereas I’m not too fond of Mcqueen’s ready-to-wear lines, his shoes truly are worthy of shoe pornography status.

{shoes from  a l e x a n d e r m c q u e e n . c o m }

Feast your eyes out, darlings. The black Swarovski encrusted pumps? A sophisticated silhouette turned punk-rock; it is quite strange how black crystals instantly change the entire look of an item (or shoe, in this case) – part unusual, part sophisticated, part rock-chic. Le sigh.

bisous xx