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Malcolm McLaren

English artist, performer and fashion designer.

Born January 22nd, 1946 in Stoke Newington. [ref]

Died April 8th, 2010 at 64 years old in Bellinzona (mesothelioma). [ref]

Occupations
conceptual artist, record producer, screenwriter, singer, songwriter, talent agent, talent manager
Wikipedia

Malcolm McLaren, one of the most influential music managers of the 20th century and a noted impresario, died peacefully in his sleep at 64 years old on April 8th, 2010. McLaren was born in London in 1946 with a background in art school culture. After rejecting traditional management paths, McLaren led the punk rock group the Sex Pistols to pop culture immortality, in spite of industry resistance. In addition, he turned hip-hop into a worldwide commercial movement with his pioneering work on World’s Famous Supreme Team Show and the concept album Duck Rock. As a freewheeling entrepreneur, McLaren created a multimedia entertainment empire that spanned the globe. Throughout his career, McLaren had a strong sense of style and visual flair. The fashion and art scene in the 1980s and 1990s was profoundly influenced by both his personal influence and his eye for trends and art. McLaren joined his beloved Vivien Westwood in social causes throughout his career, from an insistence on elevating the voices of minorities in the British music world to a devoted pacifism that spurred him and Westwood to send a dreadlocked model in army fatigues to a party at 10 Downing Street. McLaren is survived by Vivienne Westwood, his son Joseph Corre, and his daughter Young Kim, who is a fashion designer. His life was characterized by a deep commitment to subverting what came before in order to open up paths to creativity and lead us to new sounds and new ideas. McLaren will be remembered for communicating his expansive artistic vision to a generation of young minds.

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride! Hunter S. Thompson