British fashion designer Alexander McQueen has been found dead after taking his own life.
The 40-year-old committed suicide just three years after his close friend, Isabella Blow - who plucked him from obscurity and helped him become a star - killed herself.
A source at McQueens office this afternoon confirmed his death, saying: It is a tragic loss. We are not making a comment at this time out of respect for the McQueen family.
His death comes just days before the start of London Fashion Week and weeks before he was due to unveil his new collection at Paris Fashion Week on March 9.
Alexander McQueen
Born in the East End and the son of a taxi driver, McQueen got his training in tailoring in Savile Row, eventually making suits for Prince Charles, and won the distinction of being named British designer of the year four times between 1996 and 2003.
He went on to be awarded the CBE, as well as being named International Designer of the Year at the Council of Fashion Designer Awards.
McQueen was extremely close to Isabella Blow, who is credited with discovering him as a young designer.
Miss Blow killed herself in May 2007 after taking an overdose of weed killer after being diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She had attempted suicide several times by then.
However, he was forced to deny rumours of a rift between the pair at the time of her death, saying: Its so much b******s. These people just dont know what theyre talking about. They dont know me. They dont know my relationship with Isabella. Its complete bull****.
'People can talk; you can ask her sisters.
That part of the industry, they should stay away from my life, or mine and Isabellas life. What I had with Isabella was completely disassociated from fashion, beyond fashion.
Alexander McQueen with Isabella Blow in 2003
McQueen was so distraught by Isabellas death that he dedicated his spring summer 2008 show at Paris fashion week to his late friend.
The invites to the show were poster-size illustrations Richard Gray. It depicts a triumphant Blow, in a McQueen dress and a Philip Treacy headdress, in a horse-drawn carriage ascending to heaven.
Miss Blow had said: 'My relationship with McQueen began in 1994, when I went to a Saint Martins graduate show. I couldn't get a seat, so I sat on the stairs and I was just watching, when I suddenly thought: I really like those clothes, they are amazing. It was his first collection.
It was the tailoring and the movement which initially drew me to them. I tried to get hold of him and I kept calling his mother, but he was on holiday.
She kept saying: 'He's not here, he's not here.' She told him: 'This crazy person is trying to get hold of you.' I eventually got to meet him and I decided to buy the collection: I bought one thing a month and paid him £100 a week. He'd bring an outfit in a bin liner, I'd look at it and then he'd come to the cashpoint with me.
Model Naomi Campbell, designer Alexander McQueen and model Kate Moss
Born Lee Alexander McQueen, the designer was the youngest of six children.
Openly gay, McQueen - who once described himself as the 'pink sheep of the family' - left school at 16 and went to work at Savile Rows Anderson & Sheppard, whose clients included Prince Charles and Mikhail Gorbachev, after he saw a television program about the apprentice shortage in traditional tailoring.
He went on to work for Gieves & Hawkes, theatres famous Angels & Bermans costumiers, and then worked in Japan and Italy.
He returned to London in 1994, hoping to work as a pattern cutter tutor at Londons prestigious Central Saint Martins fashion school. Thanks to the strength of his portfolio he was persuaded to enroll in the course himself.
After graduating McQueen set up his own label based in the East End of London. With the launch of his 'bumsters' trousers with a waistband so low that the buttocks are revealed, McQueen made his label famous through tabloid headlines.
He went on to be named head designer at Givenchy in 1996, succeeding John Galliano, before joining forces with Gucci, who bought 51 per cent of his company.
I have one pink pair though.
Haha, I feel like an old woman saying that.
