Showing posts with label marc jacobs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marc jacobs. Show all posts

Thursday, October 16, 2008

mia

Dear Readers,

Excuse the lack of posts. Consider this a breather for not only me, but you as well before things pick back up. Adjusting to a new city and finding work can be time consuming beyond belief and as a result, draining on all fronts, especially my creativity. The fashion month coverage was more sparse than what I'd care for it to have been on this blog, but you can check out the dozens of reviews I wrote on the 212DRESSINGROOM blog and I'd recommend taking a peek at Bitch, Please's extensive reviews. Overall, I thought it was a weak season. Women are going to have a tough time balancing on insanely high heels and not looking ridiculous in harem panted jumpsuits or transparent laden pieces. The collections that really said something beyond what the trends dictated were the ones that really stuck out as defiantly beautiful and innovative with a bit of accessibility. If women's fashion has the edge of fantasy over men's, that's what should come through in the designs, however women of today need something functional and ultimately comfortable, wearable, and fitted to their own personalities. A seemingly impossibly magic trick to pull off, but it's what keeps fashion relevant and evolutionary.

Here are the top collections of the Spring/Summer 2009 season:

Dries Van Noten

Jil Sander

Narciso Rodriguez

Marc Jacobs

Ann Demeulemeester

Lanvin

Giles Deacon

Yves Saint Laurent

Calvin Klein

Balenciaga

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

new york: marc jacobs

If there is any working American fashion designer with enough media presence, critical and commercial pressure, and acceptance amongst the fashion conscious and cognoscenti, it would be the man in a skirt on Monday night, or more simply known as the Marc Jacobs. Never one not to disappoint, incite, confuse, or enrapture, Jacobs is so clearly on a creative roll, or more accurately, a path that is so singular and surprising season after season. The trends and styles may change with each theatrical set piece, but the Jacobs verve never fades. His eye for the beauty in the ugly, subversive cultures, and appreciation of the tension between history and the future, originality and pastiche, and the big grab bag of popular culture has cemented his idiosyncratic genius as one of the most thoughtful and thought provoking minds in contemporary fashion. After seasons of Bertolucci ennui, lingerie play, and '80s bathrobe coats, where oh where does Jacobs decide to take us in his wanderlust, hodge podge adventure? America The Beautiful, of course.

Don't let the recent shot of Jacobs in his underwear that accompanies his New Yorker profile lead you to believe he's someone that would be caught with his pants down. Part of Jacobs' genius is his media savvy, the way in which he skewers celebrity by being one and befriending them. He's been to rehab, he's morphed his look more than once, and his personal relationships have become under as much as attention as one of his celebrity muses. In a way Jacobs needs to play that game because when you really look at what's going on in his collection they are so densely packed with intelligent and esoteric ideas that you wonder how this enfant terrible has connected with the mainstream as much as he has. For Spring/Summer his almost avant garde take on American sportswear was another alchemic stew of references and ideas. Japanese inspired waist cinching obis, early '90s grunge plaid, Joan Crawford über-bitch, African inspired headwraps and tribal prints, Dust Bowl gatherer, George Cukor heroines, and I'm sure a host of other people, places, and things we're not, or even Jacobs for that matter, are aware of. Phew! Somehow Jacobs is able to blend all of this together into a cohesive statement about the power and resilience of American women. He's also smart enough to realize these looks should not be absorbed as a whole, there's something in every look that could turn on any woman, whether it be a mismatched prairie skirt, funky shoe, or brocade-looking jacket. This is the kind of fashion America needs and hopefully the man in the skirt can keep raising the bar.

Friday, June 13, 2008

how to turn 80


As a subscriber of Interview I've noticed a change in the past two issues. There are new photographers, interview subjects I'm not entirely familiar with, a graphic black and white design scheme, and less emphasis on celebrity interviewing celebrity. The intersection between art, glamour, and the exchanging of ideas in form of a one on one conversation has been freshened up by newly appointed editorial directors Glenn O'Brien and Fabien Baron. Charlie Rose gathered O'Brien, cover subject Marc Jacobs, contributing fashion editor Stephanie Seymour, and publisher Peter Brant for a discussion on the synthesis of art and business, the legacy of Warhol, and the future of magazine's new life.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

and so it ends...


How to close New York Fashion Week? Kim Gordon swaying about on stage is a good start. For his fall collection Marc Jacobs continued to redefine what an American fashion show can mean. It's almost at performance art level with college marching bands, the show beginning in reverse, and set designs inspired Bertolucci films all being incorporated into shows past. What does American fashion mean? What does it mean right now? How is it related to celebrity, art, sex, women, men? He's always thinking and is never short on spectacle. Last season's deconstructed boudoir mood was as infamous as its two hour delayed start time. It was polarizing, controversial, and some are still thinking about and talking about it, and isn't that the sign of a great artist? That need for provocation and redefinition continued to his fall presentation that was more somber and straightforward, which can be his way of maintaining his taste for the rebellion.

To understand and embrace Jacobs it's best to look at his aesthetic as a whole. Last season it was flash and sex, this season it's conservatism and punk. In 2007, spring was Ali Baba and fall was "Last Year at Marienbad." The thread throughout lies in the a paradox between the enfant terrible and the prim, which fits the puritanical American sensibility when it comes to sex. Jacobs gets what bubbles beneath and is able to season after season gives us something new and all his own. This season it was bathrobe coats, feathered mohawk hats, wide corduroy trousers, and dropped waists. It's a challenging silhouette, but I suppose last season's shredded dresses with exposed undergarments wasn't exactly for everyone either. Colors drained of their vibrancy to a pallor dominated the collection, but pops of pumpkin, silver, and garnet reared their heads in places. Texture could be found in popcorn sweaters, velvet evening dresses, and cashmere coats. It was devoid of something overtly referential, which can be refreshing when so many other designers go for that. It was "calm" and "casual" according to Jacobs. That they were, but a collection so diametrically opposed to last season is anything more than "uninspired" as Jacobs claimed; it's as gutsy as the last.

In their totality the New York collections were slightly unimpressive. One does have to admit their isn't a dearth of talent, especially when it comes to the emerging designers, but many of the collections were lackluster and without something interesting to say. The shows that were stronger were built on fit, construction, texture, and color--all things that mark any solid collection. Many designers got tripped up when the foundations of their collections were built on "a woman in the countryside", the cool girl as defined by an ex-model, or Kurt Cobain. I'm not a woman, but I think women look their best when they're wearing something comfortable, something with movement, and something that flatters and flounces about their shape. Proenza Schouler, Threeasfour, Costello Tagliapietra and Narciso Rodriguez get the female form and adorn them in such sexy, modern ways. The resurrection of Halston was one of the most unflattering collections of the week with models drowning in fabric or pants that clung too tightly. I love minimalism, but there should be some control in the proportions. (i.e., poor Irina Lazareanu) Michael Kors' Hitchcock heroines were memorable as were Rodarte's blood thirsty fairies.

The menswear collections were varied as well. The man-boy aesthetic seems like it's here to stay and the one collection where it was apparent but done really well was Duckie Brown. Great shades of gray and aubergine and the proportion of long shirt, short jacket are things I will try for fall. Michael Kors sent out a solid menswear collection with his Cary Grant figures in nerdy glasses and incredible turtlenecks. Rag & Bone was an early standout of the week with their dark take on "Blade Runner" meets Victorian hero.

There was so much range personality in the best shows of the week that it gives the fashion conscious faith in American fashion. However, one can't help but wonder what the Europeans have in store.

Monday, December 24, 2007

third world democracy

M.I.A. for Marc by Marc Jacobs
photographed by Juergen Teller


I really like those ties.

courtesy of oh no they didn't

Friday, November 16, 2007

what's sexy?

Victoria Beckham, in Marc Jacobs, at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show


Do you think the muse is in on the joke?


And speaking of the revolutionary Mr. Jacobs, check out Eric Wilson's profile on the chameleon-like designer in The New York Times. Jacobs comes across more assured than ever but I can't help but wonder if all this self-satisfaction is feigned and a clear marker for someone still weighed down with insecurities and demons. At any rate, you can't deny the genius of Jacobs in that he can lampoon a footballer's wife but make it look contemporary and cheeky.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

beauty and the beast


It's been a few weeks since the last long-limbed Russian stomped down a runway and with that distance clarity can be gained when thinking about and looking at the Spring/Summer 2008 shows. With every show there was more potentiality and greater ideas. Some faltered and some fared better than others but it's the ones that really attempted and succeed at pushing fashion forward and saying something about the world in which clothes, or Fashion is a necessity. Alber Elbaz for Lanvin, Raf Simons for Jil Sander, and Marc Jacobs are not only the tastemakers of the textile and garment industry but true thinkers and provacateurs of notions about women, sex, fantasy, reality, and function. Their points of view are unabashedly singular and disparate from their nation's counterparts and that's what gives their clothes, narratives, and the thinking behind them an intelligence and brilliance. When you cut through the froth and frippery of fashion there are men such as these three that are truly engaged in the now and have purged their latest lamentations, fascinations, and compulsions in a way that feels alive and something we should embrace.

Marc Jacobs's presentations have become more conceptual the past few seasons and with his latest collection there was an exclamatory proposition that divided his fervent audience. Underwear as outwear? Puzzling lengths, slashes, and rips on the clothes? Bouffant hair and trippy footwear? Admittedly it was a sensory overload of emotion, philosophy, and a feeling of Jacobs testing his audience in terms of how far they are willing to follow him. The grungey coquettish vamp was there as she normally is in his collections but there something rare and different about the Spring collection. It reminded me of David Lynch's "Inland Empire" in which there is an obvious love for tradition in the respective art form and the industry that feeds it (those bags and shoes are going to sell like hotcakes and thus make his investors and partners very pleased), but there's a rebellious spirit in all of that. Not until recently has Jacobs become such a visible designer from his MySpace romance woes to his tanned and toned physical transformation as well as a stint in rehab, perhaps that lashing out in the face of it all should not come as much of a shock. When all eyes are on you wouldn't you give us something that maybe we don't want to look at? The idea of playing with, and in some regard exploiting, an audience's expectations is a thought-provoking idea that Jacobs made everyone wait almost two hours to reveal in his brash study on the unmentionables. Was he successful? The clothes challenged the notion of wearability, which is big for an American designer where the sportswear sensibility typically informs what Americans want out of fashion, and in that respect the show felt like an Parisian in America where as his Louis Vuitton show had an American in Paris vibe to it. Whatever it is, it seems Jacobs is in an unstoppable position right now. He has us with his inventive take on shape, form, and color. There's no turning back for Jacobs after such a fearless and exhilirating collection.

If Jacobs was the enfant terrible of fashion month, then Elbaz for Lanvin was the golden child. His cool, confident, and pleasing collection of smart and splendid cocktail and evening dresses paired with light as a feather daywear proved to be the best Paris had to offer. While some of his other Parisian cohorts were stuck on silly themes and big Concepts, Elbaz concentrated on fit, construction, and draping. His contemporary take on Madame Gres style draping gave the collection a stunning weightlessness that is dead on for Spring and surely what any woman would want to wear. Each look was easier and more alluring than the next. There was complaint from some that it was too similar to past collections, but what's wrong with being self-referential when you have the genius Elbaz so effortlessly conveys in his flattering and handsome design philosophy. Controlled volume, feathers, and jewel tones like you have never seem them before were stunning and will work well editorially but surely appeal to a confident and unashamedly stunning woman. Sometimes this simplicity is exactly what women should want because they will not look any sexier. And for that I have to say thank you Mr. Elbaz.

Color was essential at Lanvin but was taken to a new height in Simons's collection for Jil Sander. Hot shots of shocking pink and creamy oranges were intensely beautiful to look at but somehow not garish and timid in neutrality when broken up in blocks on the body. I've loved every collection Simons has done for Sander and with each season he keeps growing and moving in such fascinating directions. Until this season a futuristic Bowie figure seemed like the Simons for Jil Sander aesthetic but this collection was looser and expressed a fluidity that straddles the line between fantasy and reality. Simons was smart to use a layered tulle top paired with slim pants. It's a little untamed on top but appropriate and wearable on bottom. The hair was loose and the shapes just as deflated with a judicious sense of control and direction. Simons clearly understands movement with wide legged trousers and breezy caftan inspired dresses that moved with the body revealing something unexpected along the way with the use of sheer paneling and layering of transparent fabrics. The reduction of accoutrements and other frills is indicative of a Jil Sander collection, but Simons asked us to look inside in the area in between the body and the clothes. What a dynamic frame of reference and place for our thoughts to wander.

What can we learn from these shows? It's a classic case of art versus commerce. Fashion is a billion dollar industry that is now part of the global landscape for trade and business. As a designer, especially when you work for a major brand such as Elbaz and Simons, there must be a decision every season to ask more of their consumers or acknowledge exactly what they want and give it to them. Fashion in a sense is commercial art, therefore if it's intended for everybody should it consider or dictate the shapes, colors, and narratives for the season? All three of these designers have varied points of view that very loudly and very clearly speak for us. Jacobs dares us, Elbaz regales us, and Simons offers something recognizable but original. What will that mean for their financial returns? I guess time can only tell but with the globe becoming seasonless, trends becoming trendier, and the other distractions of modern life get in the way, luckily we have such forceful arbiters of beauty and reality. Fashion is essential, especially in the world we live in today. It's not a total escape but for twelve minutes or so the possibility of discourse and fancifulness is there for our keeping. And don't forget there's always next season.

Monday, September 17, 2007

marc jacobs





Have you ever wondered what must like be to in the mind of the wildly transgressive mind of Marc Jacobs? Judging by his spring collection, it percolates with a feverish intensity for the ironic, bizarre, and mundane but most importantly, tinged with a smack of sex. The two hour wait that will surely gain infamy for years to come was the foreplay that lead to a unique climax of deconstruction, revision, and interpretation. It was a bold move after the sublime 70s French Vogue/"The Conformist" show from last season. Millinery that payed homage to Elizabeth Taylor, slashed seams, innovative shoes that scream pleasure/pain, video projections of the models in their undergarments, and the show in complete reversal. The sum of the shows parts added up to a complicated and broad end that as all good art should, provokes us to think in a new direction and push us along for the fantastical ride. But what does it all mean?

The past few years Mr. Jacobs has become increasingly a provocateur of American ideas and traditions in the form of performance presentations. (past shows have included the University of Penn marching band, lawn inspired runways, and homages to himself) As his brush stroke has grow into something more dense and probing, the canvas becomes just as grand to reveal his narrative for the season. For spring a Marc Jacobs woman is dashing into her cab after a night of joyful sex. The proper dose of skin, the high slits, and unusual layering and draping look as if a woman has reassembled her clothes into a surreal cocktail of exposed primness. The whirl of the night remembered was the spirit of the show. The mood was also extremely post-coital and I get the impression Mr. Jacobs wants us to not just see sexy clothes but think about these sexy clothes. These are clothes that will stay with us, much in the same regard as memorable and rewarding sex. The memory may fade or confuse over time but the mussed hair, the ripped clothes, and the panties (those panties!) will always linger. Mr. Jacobs referenced Elizabeth Taylor's raw sensuality in the slip dressing from "Butterfield 8", but made it extremely modern and avant garde. This isn't your traditional take on sportswear. It's a little dirtier and appropriate for a cab ride home when the hem of a skirt is the source of constant fidgeting and the zipper on a dress doesn't want to comply. It's activewear and luxury in a new context. It's also a very personal statement as we have the privilege of visiting Mr. Jacob's wicked wet dream that leaves us feeling as if this might be one of his most personal collections, which in essence is as revealing as seeing Mr. Jacobs himself in his underwear.

The right amount of indulgence, spectacle, thought, and execution established this as one of the strongest shows of the week. However, I do pose the question, are such antics only acceptable because it's American fashion's leading enfant terrible? Jacobs can keep us waiting for whatever mood he's in for the season because as we learned from his show, the payoff is always a little quirky, a little awkward, and a lot sexy.

And for your viewing pleasure because so much of this show is about its stunning visual communication:


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