There are only 2 layers in this picture, but ontologically speaking, many layers of meaning.

First off, the background is a detail of an Alexander McQueen gown.  I could wax rhapsodic about McQueen for hours, but won’t.  Instead, I will just mention that one of his signature themes is skulls, a delightful punk counterpoint to the richness of his designs.

The other night I went to a yoga class and in a small closet off the studio, there was … a skeleton.  I suppose it was used for anatomy lessons or something, but I thought the metaphor of it being in the closet was sweeeet.  Me being me, I took a picture of it, and here I am using an outline of it on top of the McQueen fabric.

Another meaning of this pic for me is that Alexander McQueen tragically ended his own life a few years ago.  It is hard for me to see McQueen couture without remembering this sad fact.  So young, so talented, so ephemeral.  Gone.