Date: Saturday 2nd May 2015
Location: Victoria and Albert Museum, London
Its fashion time again! Another outing with my cousin as she educates me in the ways of the world’s elite designers, this time is was Alexander McQueen. Yet again I knew nothing, all I knew about him was that he was a designer and he sadly isn’t with us any more… that’s it (sorry fashion world!). But I am always happy to be educated in something new so on a Saturday morning (after a heavy Friday night) I dragged myself out of bed to get all the way to South Ken for 11:00AM. Slightly late, and honestly a little disorientated, I met my cousin who was, thankfully, in exactly the same state.
After waiting for what seemed a very long time we were let into an extremely crowed exhibition. It became clear quite quickly that it was going to be ‘one of those shows you have to queue your way around’ to quote my cousin. But the items on display were so wonderful you didn’t mind taking your time (and probably holding up the people behind!). Grouped by style and feel the collections were split up and the pieces recombined in new ways, which meant you saw each item separately as opposed to part of a collection.
His works, although weird and wacky in their outward look, are exquisitely made and beautifully tailored. You find yourself walking round thinking ‘if you just took off that skull/gimp mask/straight jacket I’d totally wear that dress!’. There were some pieces, including a beautiful corseted, ivory and blood red dress with a tulle skirt and Swarovski crystals from the ‘Girl who lived in a tree’ collection; that I would have happily just walked off with had security not been watching.
The exhibition was long, really long! Well worth the money paid for it and each room was so different from the last it kept your interest right until the end. Each room had been amazingly decorated to convey the ideas of the clothes it contained. Maybe the most memorable was a room with a very high ceiling and shelf upon shelf up every wall housing all sorts of shoes, bags, headdresses, belts, tops and dresses. It can only be described as an emporium of wonders. We spent a good 20 minutes just sitting, trying to possibly take in all of the items on display.
When we came back out, blinking in the light of the day, 2 hours had gone past and we were starving! We fell into the closet place still serving breakfast which happened to be Muriel’s Kitchen. Between us we had one Egg’s Royale, one Egg’s Florentine, one side portion of Rosemary Potatoes, one Blueberry Pancakes, one tea, one coffee, two freshly squeezed orange juices and some tap water. It all got eaten.