soul searching

Iconic has become a "throwaway" term whose specificity has been bereaved amidst a frantic preoccupation with excessive success. Despite being intensely guilty of the crime, i profess; the icons are dead.

Nevertheless, for the winter of 2006, the late Alexander McQueen emptied his soul into a hypnotic and ICONIC spectacle of bewilderment. The designer entered spiritual enigma with a flickering hologram of a distressed Kate Moss. Her phantasmal hallucination was encased by dickensian torment as she writhed in the storm through cascading, ruffled sheets of organza, stealing bated breathe from the captivated onlookers.

However, five years on and concurrently running with  the unveiling of McQueens posthumous "savage beauty" at the Met gala, the illustrious Miss Moss revives her moment of fashion euthanasia in  the June edition of Harpers Bazaar. Extracting the harrowing persecution, Moss invigorates the creation with antique touches of ethereal grace, paying harmonious homage to an unforgotten soul.

Heroes are remembered, legends never die.