Some artists don’t just create. They detonate.
Two such trailblazing artists were born this way on this day:
Alexander McQueen and Rudolf Nureyev.
Different mediums. Different eras. And yet the same shared instinct to disrupt, to provoke, and to refuse the limits handed to them.
They didn’t just push boundaries. They made new ones.
Different worlds, yes. But the same kind of energy I’ve always been drawn to and, if I’m honest, a little intimidated by.
I didn’t grow up around high fashion or ballet. My awareness and understanding of both men came later, pieced together through documentaries, clips, and late-night research rabbit holes.
McQueen’s theatrical runway shows were what first pulled me in. They weren’t just presentations of clothes moving down a runway. They felt more like fully realized worlds, each one built around a clear and uncompromising point of view.
And Nureyev? It was the same kind of feeling, just in a different form. Even through a small screen, decades removed from when he was actually on stage, there’s a kind of power and presence that comes through immediately. You don’t need to know the story of the ballet. You don’t need any technical background to understand what he’s doing. You just feel it.
What strikes me now isn’t just their talent. It’s that neither of them seemed interested in asking for permission.
Nureyev didn’t dramatically defect to France to win new fans.
McQueen didn’t stage provocative runway shows to make people comfortable.
They weren’t chasing applause or approval. They were responding to something they couldn’t ignore. An instinct, a vision, a kind of creative pressure that demanded to be expressed, whether or not it was accepted or understood.
It’s easy to romanticize creatives like them. To talk about disruption and legacy and genius without acknowledging the weight that often comes with it.
Neither of them had easy paths. And I don’t think that’s incidental.
There’s a cost to not playing it safe.
To being the one who pushes instead of preserves.
To insist on your own vision when the world wants something familiar.
I don’t pretend my stakes are the same. But even though I’m not about to start designing haute couture or training for the ballet, I recognize the creative urges.
What I take from McQueen and Nureyev is something less visible, but more useful:
Permission. Not the kind you ask for. The kind you take.
Permission to trust your instincts, even when they don’t align with expectations.
Permission to let your work be a little messy, intense, and hard to categorize.
Permission to believe that pushing boundaries, even in small ways, matters.
From both men, I’ve learned to be a little braver.
A little less concerned with getting it right.
A little more willing to follow an idea wherever it leads.
So today, on their shared birthday, I’m less interested in celebrating what they did and made, and more interested in who they were and how they moved through the world.
Thank you, Mr. McQueen and Mr. Nureyev, for blazing those trails.
Keep calm and keep those candles lit!
Clint 🌈✌️
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BORN THIS WAY ON THIS DAY
03-17 = Alexander McQueen (1969-2010) = British fashion designer 🌈
03-17 = Alice Austen (1866-1952) = American photographer 🌈
03-17 = Bayard Rustin (1912-1987) = American activist and organizer 🌈
03-17 = Robert de Montesquiou (1855-1921) = French artist and writer 🌈
03-17 = Rudolf Nureyev (1938-1993) = Russian-French dancer and choreographer 🌈
MAN CRUSH(ES) OF THE DAY
“Of course I make mistakes. I’m human. If I didn’t make mistakes, I’d never learn. You can only go forward by making mistakes.”
Alexander McQueen
“You live as long as you dance.”
Rudolf Nureyev






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Now art of a different kind I can totally relate to, a very well known drinking establishment in Liverpool. It's listed status ensures no one can fuck about with it. Plus it's slap bang between the 2 Liverpool Cathedrals and facing the Phylomonic Hall a world class phylomonic orchestra. I spent many a pleasant time quaffing a few beers in and around there when I lived in Liverpool. Cheers DougT
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However this took my interest, is it art? Cheers DougT