The photographs capture intimate moments backstage, McQueen’s hands visible here and there, and occasionally the man himself in all his rough and tumble glory — that such ethereal fashion magic came from a South London boy prone to sleeveless shirts and baggy pants is one of the many sweet puzzles that lend to the McQueen mythos. Beyond the photographs is a smattering of the original pieces Barrett was able to gather, with a few from Ann Ray herself — in the early days of her collaboration with McQueen, he was unable to pay her in anything besides clothes, a barter she willingly accepted.
office caught up with Ray to discuss her work, his work, and everything in between.
You said during the walkthrough that McQueen’s genius lay in his ability to make things happen, to dream things into being—do you think this energy of his has come out in your work?
I have always been fiercely independent, but Lee encouraged me to be strong, to believe in myself and to follow my instinct. To try and search and learn and create. He disliked what he called “ignorants.” I guess I am the same. There is no problem in being ignorant – we all are, in some respects – however there is no excuse for not trying hard to learn and understand. Observe, absorb, try. I would certainly not be the same person if I had never met Lee. I am immensely grateful and I will always miss him. I feel connected to most parts of Lee’s life, including his lucidity and the melancholy that comes from it sometimes. Life is a strange process. I learned from him what was summarized in his now famous formula: “No compromise / If you can make it small, make it big / There comes a time in your life when you do what you believe is right, regardless of what everybody else is doing.”
When I worked with Lee, I never thought of « documenting » his life. I was in the presence of something raw, sincere, overwhelming: himself, and his creations. As an artist myself my photographs were my answers to what was delivered by Lee, in front of my eyes. Like a silent conversation. I want to believe he liked what he found in my images, like an echo maybe, otherwise I don’t think it would have lasted so long. It just happened, it started, and never stopped. I loved him and felt the necessity to put into images, as symbolic as possible, what was happening in front of me. Many people were talking about fashion, whereas for me it was something else. Far beyond. I was in search of the naked truth, his truth, and mine probably, through interstitial moments, who may reflect the ephemeral beauty of what was visible for a few moments. Of what it inspired in me. It had nothing to do with fashion, it was more like putting silent screams, hopes, dreams, nightmares into photographs that would last.








































