It’s not safe to listen to Swine. I want to go berserk every time I do.
February 11th will always mark the birth of Born This Way, but also the death of Alexander McQueen. And in a strange fate, I believe the two are inextricably unified. Though sad as it may be—I continually wonder about the enigma of Lee and who he was, and the state of his creative mind, his immeasurable talent and the beauty of his vision—they represent celebration of the future and the past. Intangible, uncertain times, but nevertheless they are worth fighting for. They are worth preserving. And our memories, possibilities, and potentials, make our lives worth living.