New York Fashion Week will raise its curtain with something sharper than needlework—a posthumous pas de deux between haute couture and haunted biography.
, a stage production dissecting the meteoric rise and tragic fall of Lee Alexander McQueen, promises to stitch together the designer's legacy with threads of raw humanity.
Gary James McQueen, the late designer's nephew and the show's creative director, describes the project as "an exorcism in velvet." His mission? To peel back the layers of myth surrounding his uncle until only the trembling, brilliant man remains. "To Gen Z, he's just a logo on a handbag," laments Gary. "This performance will make his ghost sit front row."
Notably absent from this fashion séance? The corporate overlords at Kering. The production operates independently from the McQueen brand—a rebellious wink Lee himself would appreciate.
Previews begin in August, but the real spectacle ignites on September 9th when the lights dim and what remains of fashion's last true provocateur takes his final bow—in absentia.
