I have sat all day, counting down the hours and finally the minutes. Pressing refresh continuously hoping to see it. And there it was; Sarah Burton’s first solo collection for Alexander McQueen. Anxious for Burton, i took a deep breath before examining, in detail, each piece.
After recently stating that she wanted to breathe fresh air into the Alexander McQueen label, I feared that anything new would be far cry from his majesty’s genius. Thankfully there was no need for me to worry. This collection was all Sarah Burton, but there was no mistaking that Alexander “Lee” McQueen came to back to life with every piece.
She kept to her word, and, by injecting her femininity, she successfully escaped the darkness that hung over the last few collections. There was softness in the use of white, feathers, chiffon and overload of butterflies. The feeling of this collection was much lighter than previous but there was something just as hauntingly beautiful about this.
She also laid off the theatrics, as promised, with a catwalk of just bare floorboards with weeds poking through. For me, it represented a fresh start, it was all about the clothes.Theatrics or not, the collection itself was just as dramatic. The structure, as always with McQueen, was something else. It was artistic but in a natural way. It was aristocratic; the colours and prints were so rich and luxurious and brilliantly crafted. Combining all of this, the experience of even looking at the clothes on my computer screen was otherworldly and needed a second glance.
I joyously await future work from the very talented Sarah Burton.
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