A ‘fantastical,’ fabulous weekend. Mama was in town up from Arkie to get a little buck wild with her now 25-year-old offspring. The rain was fleeting, the beer was flowing, and the cash flow outgoing. I guess I could give you an hourly play by play (complimented by photo reel), but that kind-of blogging doesn’t exactly blow my skirt up. Though I can tell you that I just adore a good musical, and ‘Memphis’ did it up good. Set in the controversial Southern city circa 1950, Memphis is a love story but more importantly: a story about music. Loved. Loved. Loved.
You know what else was fan-fucking-tastic? The Alexander McQueen exhibit at the Met. Holy mother of God, that man was a genius. McQueen is notorious for his Fall 1995 runway show ‘Highland Rape;’ also Spring 1994, when he splattered his collection (and models) with blood and dirt.
McQueen was inspired by gothic romanticism, Edgar Allen Poe, and Tim Burton. Some of his pieces are of strong resemblance to sadomasochism and the plights of Scottish people throughout history. McQueen’s main objective however, was to always empower women.
“Love looks not with the eye but with the mind.”
