McQueen's Yellow Bird Fast forward four hundred years, to a rainy night in Paris when Alexander McQueen unveiled his fall collection, inspired by a distant ancestor, Elizabeth How, who was convicted of witchcraft in Salem in 1692. A Ouija board runway was erected before a screen flashing images of crawling cockroaches, a naked woman writhing in pain, faces being burnt down to the skull. The clothes were equally dramatic: a gold body suit fitted with breast plate, a flying suit sewn of layers of smoky tulle runched back to form a cape, a half moon silhouette cutting at the jugular, a mermaid gown crawling with fish scales, eyelets formed of breast cones, a transparent fishnet body suit lapping at the ankles. That pesky avian distraction, Bobo, flew right into the room, perching on a rafter high above the catwalk, and visible only to select editors, began to whisper indecencies concerning the McQueen collection. These journalists were so moved that they began to cry out, much as did their ancestors, all those centuries ago.  ;)
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