It is almost selfish to kill yourself with so much talent and deprive others from it.
Alex (Lee) McQueen died at the age of 40. We now all know what a great designer and person he was. I disliked his gore way of seeing things but I cant walk away from the magnificent clothes which are so spectacular that it frights you in a weird way. Reminding you constantly how a single life is like a thread; breakable each minute. "Too Genius" I would say, fragile just like a little Robin singing in the freezing morning of winter.
He was my first chill. One of the biggest!
And here is one of the dark sides of creativity; being nervously pushed to end your life in your London flat, gloomy hang.