when i last was in new york six (or seven?)  eight (!) years ago we ended up in the then new mcqueen store, and i was totally blown away. you can tell from these images he was a bloody genius, but to see these pieces up close and personal; they were completely exquisite.

it was the time of his shipwreck dresses, and they hung like mad jellyfish against one wall, layers and layers of tulle and chiffon. totally unbelievable.

tomorrow i will wear a dead bird on my head, and a silk velvet something, and my tattered indian slippers.

more here and here.