UPDATE: TO CLEAR ALL MISUNDERSTANDINGS, THIS SONG WAS WRITTEN JUST BEFORE THE NEWS OF HIS DEATH. GOD BLESS MCQUEEN AND HIS FAMILY AND FRIENDS.
So in the spirit that I'm feeling like a retarded crazy freak today because tomorrow is a school holiday and me feeling like very song-writer-ish (which I still strongly believe I am possessed by Tavi), here is a song that I've written for Alexander McQueen. (To the tune of Bad Romance).
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh
Come fuck me, A-McQueen
(Just jokin')
Ga-Ga-ah-ah-ah-ah
Muh-uh-Muh-uh-uh-uh
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la
I want your brain, man.
Ga-Ga-ah-ah-ah-ah
Muh-uh-Muh-uh-uh-uh
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la
I want your brain, man.
I want you, sexy.
I want your disease.
I want you Alexander,
Your geniosity
I need your love.
(LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, I WANT YOUR LOVE.)
I saw your drama,
The cutting of clothes
You mocked Dior's New Look, You did houndstooth
I want your clothes,
Ar-ma-di-llos
Ar-ma-di-llos
(Armadillos, I need them both).
You know that I want you,
And you know I wanna love you,
Alexander McQueen, my McQueen.
I want your brain,
You can never have your revenge.
I need to have your Spring collection
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!)
I want those prints
And I want those shoes
They are so fucking amazing baaaad ass.
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance.
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh!
With my Alexander McQueen.
I saw the 90s.
Your grad collection.
I saw them and fell in love
Had A Hernia
Her-Her-Her-nee-ya
Had A Hernia
(Ah-Ah-Ah, You love GAGA).
You know that I want you.
(Cause I'm a freak bitch,baby)
And you know that I need you
You're a muthafucking genius.
You spray-painted clothes
You cut them up, You hate Gi-ven-on-chy
(Oh-oh-oh-oooh)
LVMH was a fool to not employ you.
You are effing ah-mazing.
And I can't write this song anymore.
Because I realised I fell out of tune halfway.
HAHAHA
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Alexander McQueen Spring/Summer 99
Blue lace. And I totally love the structure and the volume of the dress. I can already imagine the the dress swaying left and right to the motion of the body...then again, don't even dare to try. My brain exploded while trying to do so.
Alexander McQueen Spring/Summer 99
The hair is kinda reminiscent of Spring 09. And I totally approve of underwear being made in leather.

Alexander McQueen Spring Summer 98
Metal Ribcage and Spine. It's kinda sick when you imagine the dress on your body, just the shape (especially the spine) gives me goosebumps. Never really like bones that you can feel its shape just by touching it.
Alexander McQueen Spring Summer 98
This was the show (Entitled "The Golden Shower") where "rain" fell upon the models as they walk calmly down the runway.
Alexander McQueen Spring/Summer 99
The infamous show that Alexander McQueen did for Givenchy. Robots spray painting white dresses and the model's expression is classic. Damn, why wasn't I at that show?
I LOVE THIS MAN.
UPDATE: JUST 1 HOUR AFTER WRITING MY SONG ABOUT ALEXANDER MCQUEEN, ALEXANDER MCQUEEN IS REPORTED TO HAVE COMMITTED SUICIDE. LIFE IS A BITCH. ONE DAY YOU ARE GUSHING ABOUT HIS GENIOSITY, THE NEXT YOU'RE MOURNING ABOUT HIS DEATH. THIS POST WILL AND FOREVER BE DEDICATED TO ONE OF THE GREATEST DESIGNERS IN FASHION EVER. RIP. ALEXANDER MCQUEEN. I WILL REMEMBER YOU FOREVER. I WILL SING THIS SONG WHENEVER I MISS YOU.