I do not know how to explain

how much of a loss Alexander McQueen is to my aesthetic world, right now. Especially since I do not have any friends who can understand ...

The only other artist I ever cried over losing was Michael Jackson.

Out of all the fashion and contemporary art world, his work is the one that opened me up to the fantastic.
His work made me unafraid.
His work influenced so much of my art more directly than many other artists I can think of.

It is so sad and it leaves me a bit distraught to think that there will be no more of him.

To punctuate...
My bearded dragon baby died this morning.
She was named after Gustav Klimt and she loved opera music.
She was my roommate and my studio mate.

RIP to both.

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