“I felt things I’ve never felt before.” “They should put him at Dior.” Two sentiments heard while exiting Marc Jacobs’ extraordinary show on Thursday night.
Marc Jacobs is a company in transition. We all know that. The integration of the expanded price structure of the Marc Jacobs brand after the shuttering of Marc by Marc Jacobs is a work in progress; full realization wasn’t going to happen overnight.
What is not in transition: the passion of the designer. Nor his talent, nor his belief in fashion, in its power, its ability to impact those who participate in it in a deep and meaningful way. Nor his refusal to cave an iota in his creative resolve.
The models’ eyes and lips were black. The clothes were dark, wondrous, inventive, eccentric pilings of tweeds, furs, silks, and endless decoration, Victoriana meets Goth meets Biker Chic meets Varsity Chic meets Red Carpet meets Violet Incredible and countless other girls of Jacobs’ runways past. Cats, rats, cherubs and ballerinas got acquainted on prints, a giant raven took up residence on the back of a jacket and a lady named Gaga walked the show (first picture), gigantic coats, sweaters and broderie anglaise vinyl skirt.