Not so much.

3 October. Somewhere on the ghetto of Paris.


Alexander McQueen was always the highlight of Paris Fashion Week for me. The last one I had done was very special as it was a tribute to Isabella Blow, a lady (in all senses of the word) that I was lucky enough to have met. In a way, it was also my chance to say goodbye.


This season I was again on the team and was very excited. Is the make up gonna be fabulous and outter wordly? Is the hair gonna be big and fabulous? Are the clothes be amazing? Is the mise en scène gonna be incredible?
Well... not so much!



The collection was inspired by the planet. The origins of life on Earth, the minerals, the scales of fishes and lizards, the rocks, the lava, the stones, the diamonds. Everything until the evolution of mankind. The runway had a huge sphere on top on which was projected the planet Earth, the Sun and finally, a human eye. On both sides of the runway we had huge stuffed animals, from peacocks, to giraffes and polar bears.



The make up was nothing but a block of eyebrows. Matte foundation and the tiniest bit of blush and that was it. No ghostly pale faces, no cleopatra eyes, no alien like textures, no nothing.
The hair was flat on the head, with a twisted braid on the back, pinned to the head and with a net over the face where meshes of hair were styled to look like swirls across the face. Ok, but the clothes are gorgeous, right?



Same signature silluette, same hips, same boobs but this time covered in fabulous stones. The shine was like no other i had ever seen and they were chunks of stones. The texture was amazing but, for some reason, it was not impressive. It was not McQueen. The shoes was where I could see the old McQueen. On some of them, the heel was made out of clear cristal. It looked like you were piercing the floor with a spear of ice. The others, in flesh tone or in black, were molded into human feet so it looked like you were barefoot but with heels. It was wierd, it was interesting, it was McQueen! Ok, but the show will be amazing, right?



Pure darkness and then, with the sound of insects chirping, the light started apearing in the background, illuminating the runway. Then the models started to arrive, one by one, walking the catwalk. Back and forth. No witches pentagram, no chess game, no wolves...



Great collection non the less but, did McQueen burn the house tonight? Well... not so much.