just learned of lee mcqueen’s passing, from apparent suicide at his london home, and i am not quite sure why i feel so sad… is it because he was, in fashion terms, a loud voice that yelled out the learned rules and did what he thought was true? maybe. is it because it is shocking that a 40 year-old man at the height of his talent and success could see no other way out of his quiet misery? probably. a little over a week ago, his mother died, and, as i have heard some people do, he wept for her. still, as if insta-psychiatry it provides might be enough, he tweeted “but life must go on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” apparently, he had a change of heart. what is it that happens which leads one to consider that way out. we have manufactured systems so deep in order for us to feel comfortable in our own lives that it suddenly becomes impossible to cope with the infinite layers of pain once the we take a peek behind whatever curtain you have drawn to achieve aforementioned bliss. this is crazy. rest in peace mr. mcqueen.