I’m not someone who’s obsessed with fashion. When I see models walking down the runway, my two thoughts tend to be: “Why doesn’t someone feed that girl?” and “When would you ever wear such an absurd outfit?” Along with: “Those shoes look like Inquisition-era torture devices.”

However, my sister gave my daughters Savage Beauty, a book published by the Metropolitan Museum of Art in conjunction with its exhibition entitled, “Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty.” McQueen’s designs are ludicrous and fascinating: a dress with vulture skulls framing the shoulders, a headdress of antlers draped in lace.

I suppose I should blame Tim Burton and Edward Sissorhands for my love of these strange clothes – but regardless, I simply want to write characters who wear them.