>> I spoke a bit too soon. Marc Jacobs' guardian angel must have seen what I wrote a few days back and felt like making me eat my words. I say this because very soon after I vowed to eternally spurn Mr. Jacobs' work, I found something I actually liked in his most recent collection. Yes that's right, the one that managed to make Gemma Ward (left) look intensely voluptuous. Which is a real "accomplishment" in itself, one that makes me very skeptical as to how flattering it all would look on the non-model consumer population (read: you and me).
In any case, I...can't believe I'm saying this... absolutely love the dress on the right. I think it's partially because it looks very baroque, with the rich berry-colored velvet, the low square neckline, and the empire-waisted bodice. I always was a sucker for baroque art. The rose belt and gorgeous tulle sleeves just complete this dress. Now if I could just get my hands on one (I wish) and live in a castle, my childhood fantasy of being a modern-day Renaissance maiden would be complete.
While I'm praising MJ, I might as well out myself a little more. I recently came across limited edition of his classic accessory, the mouse shoe, that I have fallen for hard -- it's Swarovski crystal-studded silver satin perfection (now just for fun: say that last phrase five times fast). Too bad that it's signed by MJ and numbered, making it worth $1477.78, an amount of money I just don't have to throw around.
Damn you, Marc Jacobs. I was just starting to like you. But you had to do it, didn't you? You had to go and get all ego-y again, signing your shoes and raising your prices. I knew I was right about you. I just knew it.