Marc Jacobs New York Fashion Week Spring Summer 2019
More than I find it stubborn, there’s something incredibly romantic about how much Jacobs believes that creativity, glamour and fabulousness will save us all; or maybe it’s just his refusal to give into commercialism. Whatever it is, he continued in stride on Wednesday night, in runway looks that sure brightened the fluorescent ambience in the JFK lounge an hour later. This was dress-up bordering on fancy dress – or perhaps those ballrooms of Pose some of us keep going on about – with all the clown ruffles, pussy bows, cascading flounces and supersized corsages it could take. Socialites gone mad, or crazies playing socialites? Either which way, Jacobs made his point and ran with it. Maybe not to the bank, but in these youth-fuelled times of defiance when conformist rules are rewritten and new perspectives are gained, talking sales seems a little bit square anyway. Season after season, Jacobs is making it clear: he’s a showman who won’t sacrifice his stage time for anything, like Ewan McGregor’s 19th century poet in Moulin Rouge!, believing in beauty and living for love, above all. If that’s the kind of show Jacobs wants to put on every season, who are we to decline an invitation? If only he’d stuck to his usually so punctual ways and we could all have stayed to see the theatre unfold.