An article on HuffPo about his death. McQueen was fairly reclusive, an unlikely figure for a fashion designer-slightly chubby with buck teeth and a penchant for wearing jeans and ill-fitting button down shirts. Completely unlike, say, Karl Lagerfeld with his spray-on tan and military-esque uniforms, complete with ascot. But McQueen made some of the craziest and most amazing clothes, like the claw shoes from his last show that poured across fashion blogs (how do you walk in them??):
I desperately wanted the ones on the right, in black. Wearable sculptures. I'm sorry McQueen is gone.