every season, by the time Monday night of fashion week arrives, i'm always disenchanted. listening to the crowds at shows bitch about how they're tired, they're over it, the gift bag is shit, that they're fashion-week delusional, did you see that girl wearing last season's Miu Miu booties still ...ew? they're annoyed, they're bored, blah blah blah....it's very sad. millions of girls (or boys!) would DIE TO SIT IN YOUR SHOES. you people in the fashion industry have the coolest job in the world - you get to devote an entire week of your life to watching artists show you their beautiful work...and you spend it bitching? ugh.
and then Marc Jacobs happens. every season..it's so fantastical, so glamorous, so beautiful, such a SHOW. every season i leave, call my mom to tell her about it, and i say the same thing. i tell her "mom, his shows remind me why I LOVE FASHION." Marc makes fashion fun - he takes it to the next level, makes dressing up an art. and this season he took us on quite a trip.
oh yeah - you're seeing this right. every girl in Marc's fall collection marched out wearing furry mink pimp hats! see what i mean by he took us on a trip? the collection was the most incredible mixture of reference; i saw Charles Dickens, Eliza Doolittle, Mary Poppins, Dr. Seuss, Alice in Wonderland's Mad Hatter...even a little bit of Oliver Twist (whose soundtrack, incidentally, was the hauntingly serene music that reverberated through the Armory... 'i'm so high, i swear i could fly...'). oh wait - can't forget the final reference...THE PILGRIMS OF PLYMOUTH ROCK. natch.
the pilgrims of Plymouth Rock are suddenly relevant in the form of Marc Jacobs shoes with rhinestone buckles. i mean...STOPPPP. it's too much chic to handle! okay..on to the clothes.....my oh my, ladies, prepare yourselves for padded hips and bustled asses. like Victorian-style bustled asses...and padded hips. yes, you are reading that right! the focus this season was not on the body, but on the fantastic fabric and exaggerated hip. shoulders were still narrow, but what you really noticed were the beautiful florals, the wools laced with tinsel, lacquered plastic skirts in mustard yellows & metallic black, and the stunning brocades in the most beautiful red...
so while all the fashion people are bitching that they're tired and so over it - they must excuse me, for i'm dreaming up ways to wear a pink mink fur pimp hat and how to acquire that particular floral kaleidoscopic print jacket (and those tinsel socks). i'm too busy having fun with getting dressed to bitch that my seat isn't perfect.
(for the record...i'd sit in the f'ing rafters at a Marc Jacobs show if that's what i was given. i love his shows that much)
(all photos via vogue.com)