So yesterday I waited on line over three hours with thousands of other people to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I read that the exhibit is their most popular show ever, so the crowd wasn’t a surprise, especially since it concludes at the end of this weekend. Now, while I normally loathe waiting on line for anything, from the crosstown bus to free ice cream, I have to say, this collection absolutely blew my mind.
They forbid the taking of photos, but of course everyone there, including me and my husband, did so anyway. It was scary though–the guards were pretty ferocious about stopping people. I think my mother, who treated us to the trip, was the only person in the crowd who was actually just taking it all in, sans camera in front of her face, and you’ve got to respect that mindset. But anyway, fearing getting thrown out, I put my iPhone back in my bag and proceeded to sketch some of the pieces, only to be told to knock that off too! (Twice.)
Yup. No sketching, either, which just seemed so mean. With the exhibit nearing its conclusion after running since May, of course everyone there wanted to preserve the experience–and preserve the late, great McQueen–in some physical fashion.
Though I’ve posted a few pics here (below, all taken by the hubby) they don’t do the whole show justice, by any means. But since you know I want to share as much as I could with you guys, I’d best describe the vibe of the show as being trapped inside a beautiful nightmare. I even unconsciously jotted that down on my reporter’s notepad, which I was using to sketch, not having brought a sketchbook with me. The collection was inspired by Tim Burton, which made sense considering the highly elaborate goth gowns dripping with feathers and beading and hair, as well as the not to subtly S&M outfits and accessories. There was a spooky white tree branch headpiece, a skirt made out of wood sticks hat jutted out like a mini-hoopskirt, brocade corsets with matching helmets, and of course plenty of bondage masks in materials ranging from rubber to burlap. And everything was just breathtaking when witnessed up close, including a hologram of a model appearing to float in a filmy gown.
Words just can’t describe it though, so if you’re in the NYC area and can get out to the Metropolitan Museum today, seeing Savage Beauty is well worth the time and effort.
Oh, and one last thing, here’s one of my sketches from the exhibit. Can you believe they were getting mad at people for silly stuff like this?