Thing is, I’m obsessed with Marc Jacobs…
Yes, I am!
The brand, and the diffusion lines rock my world… I have, more than once sworn that if I had to pick one designer to wear for the rest of my life, it would be Marc Jacobs, and yes, I have meant it! His main line works, Marc by Marc Jacobs works even better, and Little Miss Marc desperately appeals to be the little dancing girl inside me. Don’t even get me started on the accessories.
However, this isn’t a fashion showcase, I am not going to share some of my favourites, you can check out the links below and you will end up choosing your own…
This is about an article I just read, written by Lucy Kaylin for Mens Style (and GQ) it is one of the most candid interviews with the designer yet, and yes, it makes me love him more…. And this time it’s not just about the clothes!
There is something familiar about his lifestyle, but there is also something extremely brave about the way he wears his heart on his sleeve, his relationships, his friendships, everything about him…
The ‘this is me, take it or leave it, I could give a… ‘
If only we all had the guts! But let’s not get into that, here are some snippets of my favourite bits from the article:
Jacobs is what you might call a framily man; lacking any meaningful blood ties, he’s put himself in the hands of Team Jacobs (Easy, Dr. Duncan, his shrink, Duffy—even the chauffeur he affectionately refers to as “my boss”). He forges tight, obsessive relationships with people who can handle his compulsive need to share, the residue of years of therapy. Proponents of that work know it’s all good, whatever “it” may be. Express it, get it out there, own it. Taking on Jacobs means taking on his…stuff, which includes falling off the wagon from time to time and trying to make it work with his club-loving sometime boyfriend, Jason Preston, who is seventeen years younger and has Jacobs’s name inked the full length of his forearm.
Twisting and slouching in the restaurant’s banquette now, his shirt riding up to reveal a strip of diligently worked abdomen, Jacobs looks hungry—not for a meal, but for contact, connection, recognition. He scans the room—surely there must be someone he knows…. Superstar hairstylist Oribe has already come and gone; is there not a stranger here who’d care to drop by? Getting up to go have another cigarette, Jacobs turns to the woman at the next table.
“Nice dress,” he says.
“It’s yours,” she replies.
“I know!” he says, delighted.
“I’d walk in a room and all I’d think about is, How many people in this room hate me right now?” Jacobs says. “They think I’m ugly, or whatever. It was the idea of not living in the moment, of thinking you can control results by your actions, of not feeling good-looking enough, not tall enough, not clever enough—I guess that’s how I’ve felt pretty much most of my life.”
You can read the whole article at the mens.style.com website.
For more information on Marc Jacobs, you can check out his website marcjacobs.com, where you can view the collections of his signature and diffusion lines.
He recently got a MYSPACE Page, which you can check out here myspace.com/jacobsjacobs
May 1st, 2008 at 4:23 pm
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