heart

this is what i have been waiting for.

oh sad magic land where my faraway-heart lives, with the ache and the beauty and the coral and the layers and layers of soft melancholy and all of it makes sense and has a reason and a meaning that is lost in this normal world. that is mcqueen for me.

i am still, constantly, angry at mcqueen for taking his life. because the legacy he created is one of the very top reasons that i cannot imagine not living. and then, of course, because i am me, i turn from anger to sorrow and sympathy...

but there is this. and this is wonderful. and i am so happy it hurts.(and a little bit of yeti, too.)

{fall alexander mcqueen 2012, photos by monica feudi at feudiguaineri.com by way of style.com}