Speaking of Marc Jacobs, he is featured in one of the best Vogue portfolios of all time, from the December 2003 issue. It features Natalia Vodianova as Alice, and showcases frocks from Chanel, Versace, Gucci, and Lacroix to name a few. I love how Vogue incorporated the designers themselves into the story – Galliano as the Queen of Hearts, Tom Ford as the White Rabbit, Jean Paul Gaultier as the Cheshire Cat, Viktor + Rolf as Tweedledee and Tweedledum, Christian Lacroix as the March Hare, and my beloved Marc Jacobs as the Caterpillar (I had this picture of him hanging up in my closet for years).
Here’s the shoot in its entirety (photographed by Annie Leibovitz).
I am a HUGE fan of Marc Jacobs. I think he is a bit of a design genius. Also a very interesting dude. If you are so inclined, please check out this article from the January 2012 issue of Vogue. Be sure to click through the slideshow images, where some of his historic designs for Louis Vuitton are spotlighted — amazing.
Many column inches have been devoted to the deconstruction of Marc Jacobs’ design savvy, so I will simply devote this post to sharing with you some of my favourite MJ designs over the years.
There was, of course, his iconic 1992 “grunge” collection for Perry Ellis:
And when it comes to the military look, nobody does it like Marc. His entire Fall 2002 RTW show basically makes me want to punch myself in the face with joy:
Look at those jackets!! Aaaaaahhhhh so good!
Of recent years, my favourite was probably his Fall 2009 show. I love the combination of the shiny, luxe metallic tweeds and brocades with the dashes of asian-inspired detailing…
…with a nod back to those grunge-era plaids:
And just to prove to you how long I’ve been following Marc Jacobs’ career, here is a page I ripped out of a magazine back in the late ’90s featuring one of his ensembles. I don’t think I could pull off this outfit myself, but I remember loving everything about it when I saw it.
In summary, Marc Jacobs is awesome, and I hope he is on the scene designing beautiful things for many more years to come.
Anyway, here are a few that make me laugh. Enjoy!
If you have tried googling anything this morning, you may have noticed that today is Edward Gorey day on Google! Yes, apparently they are commemorating what would have been his 88th birthday* with a special logo.
*I wonder why his 88th would be of significance…I know, I will google it!** Hang on….
**Please note that this increasing dependence on machines to do our searching and thinking for us is one of the first steps in our eventual downfall as a species. Yes, you are witnessing the genesis of it all right here, friends. And perhaps one day, many years after our Robot Overlords have wrested control of the planet, a small rag-tag band of rebel humans will mount a resistance movement. Hacking into the matrix, they will search back through the annals of internet history in search of a clue as to how it all went downhill…and maybe they will find this post. If you are reading this, rebel humans, please allow me to extend an apology to you. On behalf of the entire human race, I am sorry that we were too distracted by pictures of cats on the internet to notice that the machines were quietly plotting their attack.
Anyway, back to Edward Gorey. A cursory search has failed to reveal why his 88th birthday would be of importance. There must be a reason for it though. Am I missing something? Is 88 a significant number for Gorey fans? Or for Google? The number 8 is basically the infinity sign flipped on its head, so maybe that has something to do with it. Is Google engaged in an ambitious rivalry with infinity? That would be just like them, wouldn’t it?
Whatever. Some mysteries are never meant to be solved. Like the mystery of Edward Gorey’s ‘The Doubtful Guest’…
Where did he come from? Why did he stay? Was he sporting the same pair of white canvas shoes for 17 years, or did he keep ordering new pairs? Is falling asleep in a soup tureen as uncomfortable as it sounds?
There are no obvious answers to these questions. But I do very much enjoy the Doubtful Guest sitting here inside of the Google logo, surveying the scene with polite interest.
A few years ago Valentines Day happened to fall on a Friday the 13th, and my former assistant JB made these cookies to commemorate the occasion:
I took a pic because they were so effing adorable. Isn’t she creative?
My best friend used to sing this song to me when we were in high school. We’d be on our way back from a bar, where we would have drank as many Tequila Sunrises as our 15-year-olds selves could handle (i.e. not many) and chatted up the cool older kids from our school. She’d throw her arm around my shoulder and start singing this song. Sometimes I’d join in with her, and we’d trade off verses. We were just young and silly and happy. And that walk home from the bar was always the best part of the night for me.
p.s. River Phoenix! *sob*
On this day, I was born.
Thank you, Universe, for hosting me. I will try to make my time here worthwhile.