New York Fashion Week Fall 2012 Review: Marc Jacobs
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Victoriana meets late-night rave. That was the mood of the Marc Jacobs fall 2012 runway show, a madcap fashion romp with a charming, childhood innocence, and a white enchanted forest set created by Rachel Feinstein.
With Lionel Bart’s soaring lyrics, ‘Who will buy this wonderful feeling? I’m so high, I swear I could fly!’ from the musical ‘Oliver!’ on the soundtrack, one couldn’t help but imagine the models as chic street urchins and flower sellers, nannies and grannies, in outsized hats, color-saturated tinsel tweed frock coats and skirts, crocheted sweaters, argyle socks and pilgrim shoes with enormous rhinestone buckles.
The madcap combinations, clashing colors and prints, also called to mind the surging blogger class of fashion fan boys and girls, the Tavi Gevinson, Susie Bubble and Bryan Boys of the world, and their wide-eyed Hollywood compatriots, like Dakota Fanning, who was sitting front row. For that generation, fashion isn’t so much about money and status as it is about personal peacockery, the louder the better.
There was nothing jaded here, just pure, unabashed fashion fun -- as if Jacobs was trying to remind us all of why we got into this business, because we love dressing up.
-- Booth Moore in New York