Thanks to last week’s storm and weather delays, Marc Jacobs was forced to postpone his Monday-night show to Thursday night, and the bag samples did not arrive from Italy on time. I was not able to extend my stay to attend (no one was sadder than I to decline my invitation to the show, but Valentine’s Day dinner with my boy and hubby awaited me at home). Thanks to technology, I watched the show from the car when I arrived home to Dallas. At first, I thought something was wrong with the live-stream when the same models came out for a second round on catwalk. The lighting was completely different, but they wore the exact same clothes. As it turns out, the models, indeed, did their walk twice, under glaringly different filters. And you can always count on Marc to take a kooky idea and turn it into sheer genius.
The first element I noticed was the matching patterns on the bags and ready-to-wear. This takes my current love of monochromatic looks to another level. From herringbone in varying scales to the way burnt-orange python can pick up the sheen of a skirt, I can’t wait to clutch my Marc Jacobs chain-strapped bags against my coordinating dress next season.
Outfits were pared down to levels we’ve never before seen on the runway: models in sweaters had lost their pants; one be-gloved girl covered her bare chest with her hand. What’s with the hot pants, no-pants, and no-top thing? But moments of shock value aside, this is a truly gorgeous and wearable collection. Past the textures – glittering mesh and slinky satins – there are loads of menswear-inspired tailored blazers (you can wear pants with them if you’d like, but why would you when hot pants are so much more fun?!) and freewheeling pajama pairings. Sequined glamour gowns for the evening set and for the demure, there sweater-knit top-and-skirt sets. Top anything and everything (particularly those PJs) off with a cozy fur, perfect for throwing on when you roll out of bed to get your cigarettes, coffee, or to do a school run in (that would be me). With matching fur bags, to boot!
Like Proenza Schouler’s show, this is a massive throwback against all the tackiness of street-clown couture. (Marc also launched a clear polish named “Sparkle.” Hopefully that will end the current cheesy nail art trend.) With a great, big stroke of brilliant showmanship, Marc proves it’s his world and we’re just enjoying it.