Marc Jacobs Fall 2009 collection is nothing short of a hit as the fashion press goes ga-ga over the industry darling.
Jacobs went for a colorful eighties vibe contrasting the bleak, dark economic times of the reality of 2009.
Before the show Jacobs told WWD:
“What? Is all black going to help the economy?”
I think not.
But this collection probaly will. The L.A. Times called it:
“one of Jacobs’ most saleable collections in years, with lots of separates to buy, including a neon blue SCUBA-inspired poncho and a gray sweatshirt with folded and molded power shoulders. Coats were also a highlight.”
Jacobs’s ability to catch the moment is legendary. But this was an exceptional effort, with every outfit, makeup and hairstyle – from frizzy to sculpted – utterly individual. It was as though each look had been put together with loving enthusiasm and with an original spirit….This collection showed Jacobs in top form and it stood out like a beacon among other flat – and, frankly, dull – offerings.
Marc Jacobs stunned the fashion world in New York, at the presentation of his autumn/winter 09/10 collection at the State Armoury.
Much had been made of the scaled-back show, the slashed guest list, no megaset, no marching band or Sonic Youth to amp up the entertainment factor, so Jacobs decided the girls themselves would do it all. Thus, unlike last season, and unlike most designers’ fashion shows, here he shunned a singular beauty look. “This time, the hair and makeup are the key accessories,” Jacobs said. And how: Guido Palau’s spun-sugar, cotton-candy hair swooping, sloping or sculpted high complemented François Nars’ lavishly, remarkably lacquered eyes. The result was each girl looking distinct but of a genre, like different girls at the same party. They started with relative calm, in gray sweaters that zipped this way or that over pants or a fluffed-out skirt. Then the wilder types rolled in. They wore party frocks that distorted standards, like an off-kilter bandage affair; endless amazing coats, including shocking neons; jackets and dresses with flying buttress shoulders; astrakhan ponchos and yes, high-waisted, pink acid-washed jeans worn with a precisely folded satin bustier.
