Alexander Mcqueen- London.

So yesterday I had the privelege of going to one of the most wonderous places to grace this earth... The V&A in our capital, London. This was a truly amazing experience and that was all made possible by Mr McQueen. Honestly, my breath seem to escape me as I entered into the 7 rooms that posessed the most incredible items I have ever had the liberty to witness. I will take you on a virtual journey in case you do not have time to visit this sensual exhibition in the heart of the city. You enter... A black room possess you and you are surrounded by quotes, McQueen's very voice and of course the designs...Oh the designs. Perched on platforms the maniquns stand draped in the most sexual but radising clothing that McQueen's holy initiative created. The tie up heels, the corset dresses, the mesh tops, the tartan craze, you know of all of these, you must and it was all because of this man. From moving to an open room to creeping through to a space full of glass cases consisting of goose feathered dresses and bird skulls, just some of the imaginative materials that McQueen decided to use to create the most amazing effect that you could possibly imagine. Then we entered royalty. Everyhing, EVERYTHING, just looked so regal, swarovski crystals embellisng every peep of metal attire, the reds, the golds, the purity of white all contrasted with the gleaming of diamonds made me feel overwhelmed that something so beautiful could have been created by one mans mind. McQueen's fascination with the Victorian era and the Scottish revolution was truly evident through his designs as a peice of inspirtation. His skill, his incredible tailoring skills could be seen through every single one of his dress, jackets and skirts, all had the most perfectly formed creases and folds, all had a purpose and that was to be revoultionary. McQueen's ideas were one of a kind, the way he takes normality to a whole new level, the way he saw beauty and the way he produced it, all different to the previous misconceptions of how an item of clothing should look. The main room was absolutely breathtaking. Cabinets full of precious headpeices by the famous Phillip Tracey along with McQueen's orignials that have been timelessly presented down the catwalk in shows never to be forgotten by their onlookers. It really was a mystery that I did not want to be revealed. A corset made from ponyskin, a dress of pure shells, a red beaded draped swing dress, a beige leather dress in the style of Marilyn with precise cut outs of tiny flowers, an Edwardian dress covered in blood stains inspired by Jack the Riper, the paint splashed belt dress, the famous white bridal dress worn by Kate Moss herself, the alien shoes from his last collection, all of these were just a handful of what I had the pleasure of viewing yesterday as I walked through with a gleam in my eye. I have to say that Alexander McQueen is probably my favourite designer because of his imagination, his ability to overlook the conformity of our society and the ways he had with flattering the female body to look soemthing of a magestic goddess.