Bob Mackie, who spent more than half a century transforming performers into spectacles of light and motion, died at eighty-seven, leaving behind a visual legacy woven into the fabric of American entertainment itself. His work was never merely decorative — it was a philosophy: that glamour, pursued without apology, is its own form of truth. In an industry that often hedges toward restraint, Mackie held the opposite conviction, and the stages and screens he dressed glittered all the brighter for it. His passing closes an era in which one designer's singular vision could define what it meant to b