Pink Sheep

I want to write about Lee McQueen and also about Liza Maberley, a good friend from NZ. They died on consecutive days this week.    Generally, I try not to write too much and keep things in visual form and that is going to be difficult here.

In December I bumped into Lee in Shoreditch House, he said he was designing 14 collections (I'm not sure if it was a year or a season) and although they were not all completely his work, they went out under his name.     He said  'it's alright for you Ally, you just do your thing don't you?'  I had to admit that things were working quite nicely along those lines just now. I went home and felt sorry for him as it seemed he was a genius being worked like a machine. I had a little session of going through a lot of his old shows on u-tube. When I recounted the story to Liza, she was already on the downward slide with cancer. I knew she would enjoy hearing about my brush with someone from the glam side of fashion,  and she did too.

On the road to Liza's house is a place called 'Sheep World'  - crap name, but with a very effective way to catch your eye  - Pink Sheep.  We laughed about them in November when I last saw her.   Lee McQueen also called himself the pink sheep of the family. So here are those sheep in memory of them both.  And also a TED lecture on the burden of genius