ALEXANDER MCQUEEN: Savage Beauty At: the Metropolitan Museum of Art,
1000 Fifth Ave., New York,
through Aug. 7. 212-535-7710,
www.metmuseum.org
NEW YORK — I’ve never cried in a museum before. Museums are for languid strolling while gazing, often, at lovely objects. But the experience inside the sprawling maze of gowns at “Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty’’ put me in a very different state of mind — dark, sad, and stunned by McQueen’s interpretation of clothing as pure imagination.
McQueen took his life last year at age 40, and he left behind nearly 20 years of collections that rebelled against and snubbed the world of his Brit contemporaries, such as Christopher Bailey of Burberry and Stella McCartney. Despite a few brushes with commercial success, his work was that of a disenchanted and playful outsider. The exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art is a grand and exhaustively curated forum for this tortured and inventive perspective. It would be too easy to say that these designs are a reflection of McQueen’s inner conflicts, both beatific and nightmarish. And yet it’s difficult not to dwell on the imaginative and ethereal gowns without fixating on their creator’s state of mental health.
