The room — stark white, a clean palette. Perhaps Marc Jacobs is saying that after months of economic doldrums, we have a chance to remake ourselves. His models (very Madama Butterfly: white powder, topknot) searched the attic and came upon a trunk of vintage clothes, which they mix and match with abandon. Harem pants with a dusky blue blazer; tutu skirts with military jackets cinched tight; and bras over blouses (a nod to Madonna, perhaps, sitting front row).
Ruffles. On bloomers, knickers, even shorts and jackets in menswear fabrics. But Marc: How do you sit when ruffles go up the back? But then, store buyers aren’t really going to snap up those back-ruffled blazers, now are they? The merchandise that’ll sell was pretty obvious: a slate trench with a hint of sheen. Gray pin-dot sweaters worn stretched over shoulders. A long soft duster, worn backward and slit in back. Those bags, adorned with tassels. Maybe even the funky white sequin gazebo coat, looking just like a trellis. Hello, Lady Gaga! (Seriously — hello. She was there, in flying- saucer hat and mask.) Newsday
