My husband, Mr. Dot, was calling from another room me to watch Elizabeth with him. But instead, I was looking online at images of Alexander McQueen's last show, in Paris. So to the backdrop of the haunting, Elizabethan melodies, I was surprised at how much images of pretty models in pretty dresses could move me.
There isn't really anything I could say that is any better, or more profound, than what other people are saying. And I agree with you all: his team worked hard, and with grace, and deserve our praise. If the line is to continue, I hope and trust that it will be led by the people who knew and worked with him in his all too brief lifetime.
Two of the photographs, the clothes and the person wearing the clothes, felt especially personal to me. And then, I realised, it was Frida Gustavsson, from Sweden. I met her in an H&M in London, when I was first starting my blog. I took two photos of her, in film, with my Pentax. In that brief moment, I knew I was experiencing something profound: I had shot models before, but this young girl transformed before my eyes, through the lens. She was what they call a natural. Then I put the lens cap back on and she went back to being a warm, slightly geeky girl in H&M.
This is one of my photos, and this was my post ('form following function'). I hear she's home in Sweden tonight, and I can only imagine what an experience this been for such a sweet young woman. And on that note, dear friends, I'm wishing you all a good night.