February 16, 2010 - 4 comments


Dior dog 
LouiseDahlWolfe Photograph by Louise Dahl-Wolfe



What a terrible week.

There is no hiding my sentiment, and I have bored you all about this already, regarding the passing of McQueen. I'm not sure why I have been so affected by it, but losing a dear friend several years ago in the exact same manner has brought up ghosts of the past which have to be dealt with.

It's as if someone has ripped my heart out and turned my brain into mushy peas. I can't think and the headache is permanent

Travelling to London the day after the news, and it was miserably cold and wet, didn't help escape the moment. He was on the cover of every single paper, on the news on the Express train to Paddington and every conversation I over heard was talking about him.

I did go from fabric shop to fabric shop listening to personal stories of a young and determined McQueen, breathless, running around looking for fabrics. It was meaningful to be in London that day. And although sad I'm glad I was there

On a complete different note, yesterday, as I walked the dog, a wonderful 6 or 7 month old boxer puppy came out of nowhere and joined us for a couple of hours of play.

When it was time to go I didn't have the heart to leave her behind in the park, on her own. Incredibly thin she jumped into my car and we drove her to the vet to check her micro chip...the bad news is some irresponsible owner had not fulfilled their duties of doing this . Leaving me with this adorable dog and no where to find her owner.

I printed posters, drove around and went to the same park several times. No sign of owner.

She stayed the night, but I live in a tiny apartment and all I can say is that no one slept well last night.

This morning I drove her to the pound. I cried the 40 minute journey there and the 40 minute journey back. If I had a garden I would have kept her.

I would like to scream at her owner  for not being responsible enough to microchip her. I wouldn't be so upset and the poor dog wouldn't be freezing out in the cold now.

To end this moan on a lighter note..it turns out I will be going to Paris after all...

Published by: eilisboyle in Fashion, London, My Work, Paris, People, Rambling on Fashion, Work


February 16, 2010 at 3:15 pm

This is really awful. I am so so sorry.
You were incredibly brave and strong to realize what you could and could not do.
I lost a relative the same way.
I wonder how long McQueen fought off suicide.

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helen james
February 16, 2010 at 9:36 pm

I need to hug you
x x
ps WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO PARIS? WHEN? (said in high pitched screamy tone)

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Silent Storyteller
February 17, 2010 at 11:01 am

Thank you girls!
Editor, I’m sure suicide was haunting him for years
Helen, 5th of March…fingers crossed

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February 18, 2010 at 4:00 am

i’m sure you’re right.

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