Bound like a corset, laced like a confession. A face stitched shut across the eyes, the mouth, the space where breath should go, pulled taut the way McQueen pulled taut the line between beauty and violence, between reverence and ruin.
Inspired from McQueens 1996 ‘Dante’ collection.
A marble angel hovers behind the bindings, lips close to her ear as if whispering something she’s not yet allowed to hear. Wings spread mid-fall, halo intact even as everything around her unravels.This is Dante’s runway reborn.
She is bound, but she is still standing. My Queen aka McQueen.
