Alexander McQueen Fall 2002
Paris Pręt-á-Porter Fall 2002
Alexander McQueen: Fashion Set Falls Prey to Superb McQueen
By Godfrey Deeny
Photos by FW
PARIS, Mar 11, 2002/ FWD/ --- The image was ripe for a wisecrack.
Six blond Scandinavian wolves paced around inside cages to form the backdrop Saturday night
for the Alexander McQueen show in Paris’ La Conciergerie, the former prison of aristocrats
during the French Revolution.
"Fashion victims in wolves’ clothing," quipped one wag in a throng of guests admiring the
wolves before the show.
Joked another, "And their names are Anna, Glenda…"
The puns were many, and the clothes pretty close to magnificent in the best-realized
ready-to-wear collection McQueen has ever shown in Paris, including his collections with
Givenchy.
As the lights went down, film director Tim Burton, whose illustrations graced the school-book
invitation, dashed from backstage to the front row with Kate Moss and her squeeze
Jefferson Hack.
With a grand organ bristling on the soundtrack, two of the hounds bashfully opened the show,
led out by a lady in a Venetian carnival purple coat with a huge hood.
It was the most costume-like element in a collection that managed to convert audacious
cutting and creativity into attractive and, almost certainly, commercially successful clothes.
The fall 2002 McQueen girl has a dominatrix attitude, heightened by the leather stitching,
two-inch straps and bondage bands, which encircled the skillfully cut wool suits and dresses
that formed the basis of the collection.
She’s tough yet sensitive in a snug leather dress in burgundy, topped by ruffled peasant
frills.
She’s also a lass who favors a novel cut, such as the one seen in the double-waisted silver
jeans.
McQueen’s is a big look, and not for the blushing violet, especially if it’s worn like
Carmen Kass, who strutted out onto the brick floor of La Conciergerie attired in a
transparent black silk negligee, knickers on display, and a black leather restrain covering
her torso and even mouth, Hannibal Lecter-style.
The caged hounds never quite howled in the show, but Iggy Pop did, snarling out, "Now I want
to be a dog!"
McQueen, who just closed a deal with the great Savile Row tailor H. Huntsman and Sons to
produce his own line of bespoke men’s tailoring, appeared still slim and dressed in a
finely cut suit, taking his bow to raucous applause.
This is one collection his fans are sure to wolf down.
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