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The brilliant Lee Alexander McQueen left us this week, leaving behind a legacy that will carry on for generations. McQueen was an absolute genius artist.

Even if you don’t like fashion, you have seen McQueen’s artistry without even realizing it!

Example A: David Bowie’s “Earthling” album art…..McQueen and Bowie designed this jacket together.

Example B: Björk’s “Homogenic” album art concept, clothing AND photography….even though it looks like a painting, it’s an actual photograph of her.

His designs simultaneously appear to be centuries old and from the future. Without labeling these photos, you can’t tell what year these are from. Fall/Winter ‘99? Spring/Summer ‘09? They are mindblowing in their timelessness. I mean, can’t you see Marie Antoinette wearing this stuff, and can’t you see your great-great-great-great-grandchildren wearing it as they zip around in their hovercrafts?

The way McQueen could look at a body and see borders and shapes beyond its natural lines is fascinating to me. The best example of this is the Armadillo shoes he created:

They look hilarious, right? Then you see them being worn and look at how amazing they are!!!!

Some more of my favorite designs where he creates different shapes, volumes and borders:

At the same time he designed crazy, gorgeous, high-concept, totally out-there couture collections like this…..

…he also designed a discount line for Target of totally wearable, everyday clothes for people like me to wear. This is one of my favorites from that collection (that I wore to see Kylie, for whom McQueen designed stage costumes).

His garments have adorned everyone you can imagine, because his designs are so versatile. These are all so different from each other, so gorgeous, and each of these women looks so comfortable in his clothes.

Janet Jackson

Beth Ditto

Björk, of course

Lady Gaga, a frequent recent collaborator with McQueen.

Cate Blanchett

Anna Paquin

Dita Von Teese

Thandie Newton

Victoria Beckham

Rihanna

Katie Holmes

…..and even our First Lady, Michelle Obama!

My 5 runners up for favorite McQueen design of all time:

And my all-time favorite Alexander McQueen creation EVER EVER EVER EVER…….this dress that makes my heart stop.

Farewell to an innovator and inspiration….

(Photos collected from a million places under the influence of rum and mourning. Contact me if you own any of them.)

(Also, I know the spacing is all fucked up and the photos are all different sizes. I don’t know shit about that stuff, sorry.)

When John Hughes died a few weeks ago, this tribute to him — written by a woman who was a fan of his as a teenager who then became his penpal — was linked and posted just about everywhere. When I read it, I instantly thought of my friend Dean Turner.

Dean was the bassist for Magic Dirt, an Australian band that has been one of my favorites for years. I discovered them in 1997 and was instantly smitten with their album “Friends In Danger,” which I happened to find in the import section of a record store in Santa Cruz. As time went on, I realized what a lark it was to have found that record in the States; though they had a U.S. record deal, their label did nothing for them aside from shipping it to a few stores once they heard it and the sound wasn’t what they were expecting. As a result, nobody I knew in my small, 13-year-old-world had heard of them or wanted to give them a chance. Desperate to talk to someone about their brilliance, I found their website and began posting on their message board, something I’d never done before. I couldn’t believe it when I realized the band members themselves frequented their message board, because to me they were as inaccessible and huge as the Rolling Stones.

Over the next couple of years, I conversed with Dean, their singer/guitarist, Adalita, and their manager, James, on their message board a lot – they were always interested in how overseas fans had heard of their band and what our local music scenes were like. Dean and I found common ground at one point when he was bored out of his mind in the hospital, having just gotten a foot tumor removed, and with little to entertain him outside of visiting hours but the laptop his bandmates smuggled into him. He downplayed his pain and lengthy recovery, but was going crazy with all of the unfilled hours, and spent them chatting with his fans online. He’d heard of a new show out in the U.S. that was making waves, “Jackass,” and wondered if I’d heard of it. Being a teenager, I was the show’s target demographic and had taped hours of it, so I offered to send some episodes to Dean. My mom drove me to the post office and I used my allowance to cover the postage to Australia, and when Dean got it he was completely thrilled and profusely grateful. After he got out of the hospital, he sent the tape around to a bunch of his friends, who were also thrilled by it.

A few weeks later, a package arrived for me that contained a letter from Dean, every Magic Dirt album I couldn’t find (some on vinyl), Magic Dirt posters, a Magic Dirt t-shirt, and a mix tape Dean had made just for me. I was beside myself. For the next couple of years, we sent each other packages – we made each other t-shirts and mix tapes, and we’d swap Australian/American music magazines and candy. I shudder to think what I possibly put on mix tapes for him at that point in my life, but his mix tapes were a major part of my musical education, and included the first Dinosaur Jr. and Kyuss songs I’d ever heard. He even wore a t-shirt I made him onstage once, that read “BEAR SUIT” in rhinestones, regarding a long-running gag with fans. The most amazing part to me was that he truly seemed as excited to receive my packages as I was to receive his!

The years went on, I turned 18 and moved to New York City and began working, and Dean got married and had two kids and Magic Dirt continued at a frantic pace, and we fell out of touch. Occasionally I’d still check in on their message board and receive an enthusiastic greeting from him, just as he did with so many other fans. So when I read the John Hughes tribute a few weeks ago, I was warmly reminded of what a special experience I’d had with Dean. As it turns out, Dean was very sick at that point with an extremely rare form of deep tissue cancer that he had been battling quietly and privately for nine years (thinking back, I realize his foot operation may have been the beginning of that, though with Dean’s stoicism, I have no clue if that’s accurate). Last weekend, I learned that Dean had lost his battle and had passed away at the age of 37. It does not feel real.

Dean and I never got to meet each other, and I never got to see Magic Dirt live so I never saw him playing bass barefoot, weight on his arches with the outsides of his feet sticking up, in person. But Dean and his music are two of the most influential presences I’ve had in my life. His experience with the music industry influenced my entire career path. He is what brought me to one of my greatest friendships, with aforementioned manager James. And his kindness, generosity and enthusiasm made me realize, at a formative age, how simple it is to treat people well. I know those are the traits that drew his wife to him, and that his two young daughters will grow up to embody those traits.In the past week I realized they may get to know their sweet Papa the way I did – through his music, the music he loved, the things he wrote, the things people wrote about him, and through the things he left behind. I just hope they don’t find the “Jackass” tapes until they’re a bit older.

A few of my favorite Deano and Magic Dirt moments: