I have been dreading writing this post for the last month. Yesterday, Alexander McQueen's last collection showed in Paris. Displayed for editors and friends, far from a show or a stage, the designs were quietly set forth as a final showing. Far from past exhibitions which were McQueen's style, this small, peaceful setting allowed for a poetic and thorough viewing of the last pieces. More than ever, Lee's genius was caught up in designs oozing craftsmanship, technique and artistry. The collection brought back memories of past royal influences, as well as printed fabrics, and stately cuts. This time most pieces dealt with religious iconography, transmitting a certain grace instead of the aggression of last season's collection. What stands from his ultimate finale are sixteen masterpieces which will seal McQueen's legacy as one of the most talented designers of our time. RIP.



