The news that Alexander McQueen has killed himself is particulary devastating because it walyas felt to me like he´d be the last man standing. He was restless, but so pragmatic with it I assumed he had what it took to endure the extrema situations he placed himself in, He was also an arch romantic with a pessemistic streak. It produced some of the most beautiful, shocking images in the history of fashion, but it´s a state of mind that can lead to endless disappointments. The death of McQueen´s mother last week would have validated his pessimism. It would undoubtedly have taken away his most vital support. Itps awful to imagine him trying-and failing-to cope, and one can only hope that, if he was looking for peace, he found it. For everyone left behind, there will eventually be consolation, however scant right now, in a body of work whose power will never die. -Tim Blanks.