ALEXANDER MCQUEEN

 Once again she started feeling pins and needles inside her mouth, her skin stood up and her nipples erected. The butterflies got into her mouth to start fluttering hysterically in her stomach. Sanabra was in front of such a piece of art. Further than that transgressor and garde mood this designer was proposing, and further from its shape and color, she had in her hands pieces with such meticulous finishing -and meticulous were the ideas- That dress had amazing hand stitches -and amazing were the critics to the creators work- The garment had a great pattern structure, and the structure from San´s love for fashion was being reinforced and given such a strong shape. It had Perfect intern pieces made by silk linen that easily could be used as dresses’ right side; it had an immersed duality and a story to tell with each one of them. San was in front of the fourth dress. The first three garments took her breath away, but the fourth one was just shocking; An Amazing gown with embroidered square paillettes on top on an almost burning passionate red, matching in the bottom with a huge ostrich feathers skirt dyed with a perfect gradient from red to black and black was the artisan’s future. And thinking about all of that, watching all the details, Miss Domentitzkeva went to the moon and back, she was interrupted from the quadruplet´s whispers: they were watching her and they were amazed except one of them, Lavender. At that moment, while blinking she turned to the other side from that place, and staring at the mirror she watched herself already wearing the marvelous dress that was made on 2001 by Mr. Alexander McQueen. That was it, her first acquisition, the first and the most important, Ajak as the principal witness. Alexander Mcqueen wore by Shalom Harlow, Alexander Mcqueen by Erin O´Connor spring summer 2001 crazy, An Anxiety and mad sensations caught our main character when got that first gown, she was totally high. She enjoyed every single moment, every rub against the square paillettes: so smooth, so cold and so dangerously addictive, and adding sparkle to that feast´s senses she just needed to feel the fine touch from the feathers, so rough on bottom and so soft in the end, like an halo filled with a slim filaments around the dress seemed to be protecting it. San literally wanted to sew the dress to her skin and wait to it could become ingrown.

Her passion and joy ended on a rapture of ideas, inspiration and power, power given by Ajak who was watching the scene like if she knew what was going to happen and Like if she was expecting that moment already knowing what San´s reaction could be like. Also it seemed like Ajak knew who she was since the first time she stepped into the Candem store. By then the matter was just to be present, just present enjoying her costumer´s explosion.The energies protecting San where so concentrated in the deepest side from her self being, they could be perceived physically, and that was it. San Felt every image and every movement from that surreal frame as the most pleasant orgasms, and everything was around this idea: Me in Alexander McQueen. Y nuevamente, su boca comenzaba a hormiguear. Su piel se erizo y los pezones se le pusieron erectos. Las mariposas se introducían por la garganta para comenzar a revolotear histéricas en la boca de el estomago. Tonio Sanabra Antonio Domene

Lo que Sanabra veía Era una verdadera obra de arte. Muy por encima del halo transgresor que proponía este diseñador, muy por encima de la forma y del color, tenia en sus manos piezas con meticulosos acabados -meticulosas ideas- Terminaciones a mano - y en su mano tenía a los críticos-. Sobre-costuras acentuando la estructura de cada patrón, -y éstos a su vez estructuraban y daban forma a la admiración de Sanabra por la moda- piezas internas perfectas con forros que bien pudieran utilizarse al derecho, una dualidad inmersa y una historia que contar con cada prenda. San estaba ante el cuarto vestido, las primeras tres prendas le han robado el corazón, pero éste último la ha desprendido de su ser: Un vestido con aplicaciones superiores de lentejuelón rectangular rojo casi quemante, haciendo juego En la parte inferior con un faldón completamente bordado en pluma de avestruz teñida en un perfecto degradado: Del rojo al negro, y negro el futuro del artífice. Y pensando en todo eso, meditando en todos los ditalles Miss. Domentitzkeva regresó a este mundo: se vio interrumpida por una muestra de asombro por parte de las cuatrillizas; excepto por una. Y en ese momento mientras parpadeaba y giraba la mirada hacia la tenue luz del espejo, se vió enfundada en ese maravilloso vestido del 2001 de Alexander McQueen. Ahí estaba. Su primera compra, la primera y la más importante. Ajak como testigo. Una sensación de ansia y locura atrapó a nuestra protagonista al adquirir ese primer vestido; Fue para San un subidón total, disfrutaba cada momento, cada roce de sus manos con el lentejuelón en movimiento, tan liso, tan frio y tan peligrosamente adictivo, para después agregarle al festín de sus sentidos el suave tacto de las plumas de avestruz, sintiendo desde los ásperos troncos hasta los ligeros y suaves filamentos que al tocarlos pareciera ir quebrando un halo de energía; quería cosérselo a los costados de su delgado cuerpo y esperar a que se le encarnase poco a poco; Su pasión y su alegría desemboco en una embriaguez total de ideas, de inspiración y de poder, del poder el que Ajak le otorgó la cual miraba orgullosa sin pronunciar palabra: Pareciera que estaba esperando ese momento, y que sabía de antemano cual sería la reacción de San.

 Pareciera también que siempre supo quien era desde el primer momento que piso la tienda en Candem y ahora solo era cuestión de estar presente, sólo presente y disfrutar con la explosión de su clienta. Las energías estaban concentradas, ahora cada vez mas desde lo más profundo del ser de San, podían percibirse incluso físicamente, y asi fue. Cual orgasmo san experimentaba cada imagen, y cada movimiento de este surreal cuadro, donde todo se concentraba en una sola idea:

Yo en Alexander McQueen.