Marc Jacobs S/S’12 at New York Fashion Week
Now then. I was ALWAYS going to love the Marc Jacobs S/S’12 collection, wasn’t I? The required components were all there: the beautiful stage show / dance hall setting… the theatrics! The spectacle! THE JAZZ HANDS… And what with all the hullabaloo about MJ taking over the helm at Dior, this really was the show to watch at New York Fashion Week.
And, as the gold lamé curtains were swished back and the show commenced with the parade of see-through plastic cowgirl boots, shiny paillettes, buttoned-up shirts, ankle socks, headscarves and general yeehaw-ness (just a few of my most beloved things in life) sashayed past, I wanted to be wowed; I wanted to rave about this spectacle before my eyes BUT! Something just felt a bit… meh. A bit… blah. And try as I might, I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Anyhoo, these four looks were my favourites: part cow gal; part ’60s scenester with cutesy pointy mules and saucy hoisery throughout:
But then MJ went and ruined it all with an oddball clingfilm skirt. WTF Marc? Eh?
Would they wear that in Wigan? I think NOT. But perhaps they’d wear this plastic number – so easy to keep clean! So… wipe-downable…
I remain undecided on the translucent plastic cowboy boot – they’re quite ’60s Avengers stylee, so I’m kind of drawn to them like a fly to cowpat in an ‘oh my, so Mod!’ way…
And I love 16 year-old Dutch model Daphne Groeneveld. So fucking haute. Even if this shot *does* look a bit sex doll:
My verdict? There’s not much to NOT love with this collection, this much is true. And I reckon they’d wear a great deal of it in Wiggles. But for some reason it, it just didn’t totally hit my fashion spot, and I still can’t fathom why. Maybe Marc was a bit distracted himself when creating the collection. And maybe this has filtered through into the finished product? Or maybe I’ve drunk too much wine and am talking out of my puckered arsehole? Either way, you be sure to let me know, dear LB readers. yes?
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