There is nothing I love more from an item of clothing than colour. I simply cannot seem to pull off black; it’s distressing, but true. Even in the winter season I try my god damn hardest to sneak in as much colour as socially acceptable for the coldest months of the year. This is where my love for Marc Jacobs began. The man himself claims he is tired of seeing young girls wearing black and studs: “It's not such an individual expression.” Yes, the All Saints look was once upon a time individual, today it has been very much abused by mini rock scenesters. Military boots are everywhere; a fact that largely annoys Chris since he bought them, got about seven months wear prior to them becoming standard uniform for any self-loving Essex boy.
Erheeeerm, back to Marc Jacobs. For one of my assessments I chose to do an analysis of his Spring/Summer 2010 show. I’m a bit late adding it to here, but what the hell.
OMG. This show made me wish I was no longer a student. For the first time in my life I utterly and completely wished I was a WAG, just for the disposable income. The playsuits, oh the playsuits! There were so many, all so beautiful; but to be quite honest any playsuit has me weak at the knees. My reaction to a playsuit is not dissimilar to any normal girls reaction to a pair of Louboutin’s.
Marc Jacobs is truly a mish-mash of several inspirations hitting a fan at once and combining to create a giant fashion monster (the friendly, Monster’s Inc style monster.) The overall effect was preppy, school girl in South Africa on a tennis tournament. There was a move away from his underwear-as-outerwear style that still featured in the Marc Jacobs line; I love this trend, Topshop does as well and when Topshop loves a trend the whole world and her gran love the trend.
Hemlines have shortened, prints are bolder, the colour range is broader and the overall look is quirky, geek chic! What is amazing about Mr. Jacobs is his ability to take the most completely obsolete item and transform it; think main line use of a fanny pack.
The ever mind-blowing combo of smart and casual. High top trainers bought to life skirt suits and peg trousers. God, it’s all very (quirky) Blair Waldorf if she had been raised in Brooklyn.
Tribal doesn’t generally appeal to me, done badly and it’s all very wild Thornberry. However, the eccentric mix of colours, flowers vs. plaid vs. tribal. I can’t express enough just how much I LOVE it!
The show is truly perfection. There’s 40’s style meets 80’s shoulder pads. 70’s prints, the odd 50’s full skirt. And of course the bunny ears from his recent oeuvre with Louis Vuitton compliment the whole look (and Topshop’s went into the sale which hints this is still a trend that is semi-sacred.) It never did any harm to borrow LV; metallic monogram bags and the tribal trend.
The textures! Oh the textures! Early 90’s kids TV presenter jumpers meet opulent silks in every jewel colour under the sun. the collection has stayed true to the brands DNA, sassy and sweet.
And the military style belts, nurses belts my mother used to call them. Oh army surplus here. I. Come.
He is one beautiful, remarkable man.
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