No young queer about town in the late eighties or early nineties could fail to have noticed the cherubic presence (a very, very naughty cherub mind you) of Michael Clark on the cultural landscape. The outlandish costumes (crotchless, latex or sleek and hypermodern creations) alongside daring collaborations (Leigh Bowery/Derek Jarman/Sarah Lucas/Alexander McQueen/Vivienne Westwood/The Falll) were…