I worship at the altar of Marc Jacobs. Unabashedly. I am unashamed to think that he is possibly the greatest fashion mind of our generation and admit that I’d wear pretty much anything he put his stamp of approval upon. I love him as a character – I love all the fabulous younger men he dates, all the crazy things he does to his hair, and the fact that he has taken to wearing man-skirts and combat boots. So presented after the jump is Marc Jacobs Fall 2009 Ready-to-Wear:
And I also love that instead of doing a scaled-back, dour collection to be respectful of the doom-and-gloom economic climate, he did a 60-look, over-the-top love letter to 1980s New York. It was glittery and grimy, mismatched and neon, much like the city itself in Jacobs’ heyday of clubbing and excess. There were shiny party dresses with voluminous, knee-length skirts, pleated jeans and pants with tapered legs, and sculpted, layered frocks in bright colors and black. The models’ hair and makeup looked like it was out of a New Wave music video in the infant days of MTV, and like DVF, Jacobs also managed to convince me that I need some patterned leggings in my life. Except I like his way better. What he did is so brilliant that it would be a shame to break it up into sections and comment on it separately, so this post is going to be a bit different from the rest of my Fashion Week reports. The collection is a complete, self-contained statement about an era and a city that are long gone, and it was done with such clarity that you certainly don’t need me to walk you through it.
