Marc Jacob's Spring 2013 collection (Seen Here) parades an assortment of simplistic black&white stripes and checkers. The collection can be most accurately described as "straight to the point" with absolutely no embellishments, no jewellery, no knickknacks of any sort. In my opinion, it is highly unnecessary to sugarcoat something so distinguishably natural, pure and timeless.
Now. I'm going to gently sway into a tangent and take one step back to open Marc's entire history of work. It's evident that his erratic personality and spontaneity mirrors into all thousands of his collections and differentiates him from the crowd of designers. What I like most about our Marc is that he's not quite definable as a designer. One season, his collection will accentuate 1920's farmer flapper girls with boxy drop waist skirts and divert toward Mary Antoinette meets Dr. Seuss the following season. What a truly gifted man. I mean reinterpreting pilgrim shoes on the runway. Who seriously does that? Marc of course.
As the Spring 2013 show proceeded for an entire five minutes (I'm dead serious), it stayed in my mind for much longer than that; I'm talking days, weeks even. I couldn't retract these basic lines and squares shapes out of my mind as if I was a wee toddler learning to distinguish basic shapes for the first time. It truly did a number on me.
So how did I treat this obsession of mine? I did what any normal human being would do and used my big fat platinum card to purchase every single item from the collection. NAY. Marc Jacobs himself personally delivered the entire collection then rightfully refused my chump change...Yeah that's what happened.
Boy oh boy! If only my typing had the ability to control my destiny.
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Adieu,
Didi
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