I will forever remember the day when I heard the news that Alexander McQueen had killed himself.  I was at the ironing station in school and froze as someone told us the news in class.  It was a huge shock, followed by disbelief and then huge sadness.  He was, and remains, one of my all time favourite fashion designers and artists.

Alexander McQueen was a genius with unmatchable creative and rebel spirit. His work was fierce, fearless and inspiring to me like no other.  He will be forever missed by me and the world of fashion now has a void that will exist forever.  My heart cries and emotions overwhelm me whenever I think of it.

His assistant and now successor, Sarah Burton, has done an amazing job at keeping him and his work alive through her own creations and endeavours.  The McQueen collections since his death have been brilliant and he is, I’m sure, proud and yelling “fuckin’ A” at the top of his lungs wherever he is.  His past work and the work currently being done under and in honour of his name will continue to serve as inspiration and example to me in my creativity and growth as an artist.

There was obviously a very troubled and alone part of him that no one knew or saw and I hope that, wherever he is, he has found some form of peace.