alexander mcqueen.

& what fashion week coverage would be the same without a dosage of McQueen? I have so much sympathy for Sarah Burton in that she will always, for the rest of her days, have to listen to comparisons to the late grand-master himself. But Burton is no pale-imitation, on the whole these comparisons have been nothing if not favourable. One opinion, held by many it seems, is that Burton has created the McQueen image to evoke a whole new feminine edge. Sure, McQueen was the best in his field, that much was ever-evident. But the nipped in waists & the way in which Burton interprets the female figure is more obvious in this collection more so than her past offerings.

She has played around a little more with soft blush pinks, florals & delicate ruffles in the the former half, before this collection takes a delightful turn to the risque & dangerous. This foray into lingerie for Burton, (even lace bondage masks at one point!) is highly effective. I found myself audibly gasp at the pure audacity, how something with so many filthy connotations look so fragile & beautiful? I don't think it's too soon to say Burton is a continuation of what McQueen left, with no hint of exaggeration. Sublime.