On Saturday night I waited in the longest line of my life.
It was the eve before the closing of the Alexander McQueen exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Savage Beauty. Kamau (my husband) and I inched along in a snaking line of turns and twists. If you have to wait in line the MET is the place to do it, I suppose. We slowly journeyed, with 1000s of museum goers, from the outside of the building to the adorned walls on the 1st & 2nd floors.
Thankfully I wore my favorite flats.
After 5 hours the trek was over. I put way my notepad, realizing that my mood to take notes had been zapped. As we entered Alexander's potent vision of Savage Beauty I was instantly inspired, transfixed, and curious about the designer's short life.
I'll never forget the experience or the exhibition. I guess Alexander was right:
"I am going to take you on journeys you've never dreamed were possible."
It felt appropriate to buy postcards of the pieces we saw -- afterall, it was a mini voyage. Check them out:
white cotton spray-painted dress with black and yellow w/underskirt of white silk -- from spring/summer 1999 collection (watch the video of this dress being sprayed here)
winged bodice of balsa wood w/ wool trousers -- from spring/summer 1999 collection
Read more about the exhibit in the New York Times here.