This season visits England’s historic hillsides, once a trove of honest work and piety and pagan tradition. Many of the country’s deepest, most lasting traditions came from this humble pageantry: filled with Morris dancers and ale and barbs and playfulness; packed with effigies, swords, sticks, and rhythmic paces around the Maypole. The collection reveres historic weaving motifs, washed out aesthetics, Britannia stitching, and earthy, grimy landscapes. Its premium quality is marked by humble overtones and performance overlays. Its craftsmanship recalls the value of a good day’s work by one’s own hands. Its air is moody—as it always is within McQueen’s realm. Moody but rich, irreverent, and as rhythmic as any Morris dancer.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Black Label
This season visits England’s historic hillsides, once a trove of honest work and piety and pagan tradition. Many of the country’s deepest, most lasting traditions came from this humble pageantry: filled with Morris dancers and ale and barbs and playfulness; packed with effigies, swords, sticks, and rhythmic paces around the Maypole. The collection reveres historic weaving motifs, washed out aesthetics, Britannia stitching, and earthy, grimy landscapes. Its premium quality is marked by humble overtones and performance overlays. Its craftsmanship recalls the value of a good day’s work by one’s own hands. Its air is moody—as it always is within McQueen’s realm. Moody but rich, irreverent, and as rhythmic as any Morris dancer.
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