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LONDON — “Little white flowers will never awaken you, not where the dark coach of sorrow has taken you.”
The haunting voice of Icelandic singer Björk reverberated through St. Paul’s Cathedral here Monday at a grand memorial service for the late Lee Alexander McQueen, who took his own life last February at age 40.
Dressed in an otherworldly McQueen outfit — a top of thin, molded wood resembling angel wings and a long feathered skirt — Björk poured into song a sense of loss, and the demons that haunted the British designer.
“It was a life lived in the public gaze, but it was as vulnerable and retiring as it was glamorous,” the Reverend Canon Giles Fraser told the 1,200 guests, who included Sarah Jessica Parker, Daphne Guinness, Kate Moss, Naomi Campbell, Karen Elson, Stella Tennant, Stella McCartney, Hussein Chalayan, Antonio Berardi, Roland Mouret, Philip Treacy and Shaun Leane. “Despite the dazzle of his world, he never forgot his East End roots and how much he owed to his loved ones,” said Fraser.
Others in the crowd that gathered under the gilded dome of Sir Christopher Wren’s Renaissance church included retailers Joe Boitano of Saks Fifth Avenue, Marigay McKee of Harrods, Selfridges’ Anne Pitcher, Brown’s owner Joan Burstein, Lane Crawford’s Jennifer Woo and Joyce president Andrew Keith.
PPR chairman and chief executive officer François-Henri Pinault — whom McQueen used to call Henry; Gibò’s Franco Pene; former Gucci Group executive James McArthur; Nadja Swarovski; Jonathan Newhouse, and British Fashion Council chairman Harold Tillman also attended.
There was organ music by the composers Edward Elgar and César Franck; hymns by William Blake and John Newton, and Bible readings and prayers by McQueen’s nephews Mark McQueen and Gary Hulyer — all of which lent a somber tone to the event. Yet there were moments of levity as well, including the David Bailey portrait in the program of McQueen kicking up his heels in full Scottish regalia.
Speakers at the 70-minute service, held on the second-to-last day of London Fashion Week, exalted McQueen’s imagination and technical prowess, but didn’t shy away from his dark side, his fascination with the macabre, his salty humor and his acid tongue.
Between live performances by the composer and pianist Michael Nyman and the London Community Gospel Choir, the designer’s intimates and professional colleagues painted a picture of a man who lifted himself from a modest background to the pinnacle of international success.
Addressing the congregation, Leane recalled his first encounters with McQueen almost two decades ago, as he watched the designer “hammering away” at a sewing machine in a ramshackle studio, and producing delicate dresses that rivaled works of art. “From all that chaos came beauty,” he marveled.
Speaking from a podium, Suzy Menkes, fashion editor of the International Herald Tribune, shared the last words McQueen ever uttered to her — “But Suzy, bones are beautiful” — by way of explaining why his men’s collection, shown last January in Milan, was pavéd in artful arrangements of memento mori. “He called it his morbid side,” said Menkes.
McQueen also told Menkes his fashions and theatrical shows were largely autobiographical, angry when he was feeling angst in his personal life, which was often.