Yesterday I lost a beloved friend to complications caused by HIV. He was a brilliant artist, liver of life, great joker, and more brilliant and talented than anyone I have ever met. We used to send each other links to items on 1st Dibs—he would send me couture YSL and Balenciaga and I would send him doll head molds from the 1800s and strange instruments of potential torture, and the occasional vintage Margiela piece. And we would rave over each other’s choices.
Today, all of my posts are dedicated to Antonio Urdiales.