Sarah Burton’s collections for Alexander McQueen have always been dreamy. Fall was dream-like, a sartorial lullaby from which you’ll never want to wake.
She started out with hand-painted oneiric objects that seemed to float across their leather surface — clocks, lips, and butterflies evocative of a Dalí painting.
From there Burton went very, very soft with endless chiffon and tulle in countless cream-to-pink shades. Unicorns embroidered across several dresses at show’s end beamed the meaning of all this, that McQueen is where the impossible becomes possible.