On the one hand I understand why the author decided to put these two designers into one book, but just as I felt somehow disgusted by fashion people mourning Galliano's demise from Dior as a result of his profoundly unsubtle antisemitic rants in a similar way they mourned McQueen's death by suicide, I kind of...dislike the author pretty much doing the same. Early in the book, we see some seeds of why a person out of their mind on drugs/booze might slide into antisemitism (Catholic mother, early childhood growing up on a Jewish street in Gibraltar, first boyfriend being Jewish), but it' never followed up on thus when the book gets around to the incident. 

Anyway, it's a good book, a very good book, lots of information. Perhaps a bit too much, the marathon of "and then he did this collection and then he did that collection" with periods of fucked up behaviour In-between can be a bit monotonous, but perhaps that's the point.

Anyway, McQueen is pretty much one of my favourite artists. I knew the general overview but definitely not the level of (mainly sad) detail if his life and work I'm glad I read this....even though it made for a shit bed read. Book reading is my offline time, and I had to look up collections every two pages, hence why it took me (IMO) way too long to get through the book. Anyway, a solid 4/5