Colorful lights, a merry-go-round, the sound of
children? Alexander McQueen's mise-en-scène brought to
mind family trips, fun and games, and maybe a couple
of lighthearted mimes.
But once the lights went down
and the blaring soundtrack began, it became perfectly
clear that there was nothing even remotely
candy-coated about his lascivious carnival crashers.
Cavorting and gyrating around poles, a posse of
hard-as-nails girls took over the stage wearing shiny
patent-leather jackets and jeans, scalloped coats and skirts,
S&M overcoats, skintight leather pants and ornate
military jackets that would've put Napoleon to shame.
A nearly naked princess turned up in little more than
a feathered headdress, a net gown and a few chains;
her cohorts wore frayed sweaters with giant skulls and
bones, and long suit jackets that became dresses as
they wrapped around the body and then draped at the
When the frantic pace finally slowed down, it was to
reveal an eerie backdrop of gigantic stuffed animals,
discarded dolls, puppets, balloons and ragged circus
paraphernalia, out of which several macabre characters
emerged, wearing massive ruffles, centuries-old suits
and beat-up lace. The perfect accessory? One of
McQueen's otherworldly creatures dragged around a
golden skeleton with her foot.