Clothes are who we are, it is how we are judged and perceived by the rest of the world, for better or for worse. When my wonderful girlfriend Isabella Blow sadly killed herself, I always wondered what would happen to her beautiful things. The couture Alexander McQueen, loved and worn to death, her ravishing hats. Especially as since she took her life, her friend McQueen also took his too. I hoped that all the clothes would end up in the Victoria and Albert as a special moment in time for everybody to see. There are too few eccentrics and I love it when they are documented. They were supposed to be up for auction at Christies where clothes could have ended up anywhere in the planet. Luckily they rescued and bought by Daphne Guinness with the support of her many friends.
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