RIP Malcolm McLaren
You taught me about the Situationists.
You may have saved my life, or, at least, a part of it.
Maybe your later incarnation as a dandified cultural trickster/clown/provacateur/ was less substantial, but that's the nature of the true dandy -- to find the profound in the superficial, to shift shapes while wearing a Saville row suit.
If there is a heaven, I'm sure yours looks like Paris, St. Germain, c. 1962.
Say hi to Sid and Miles for me.