You could get yourself really worked up at New York fashion week. You
could marvel at the models' mile-long legs strutting out from tiny '80s-style mini skirts at Proenza Schouler. Or you could study the beautiful workmanship on a short swingy white Carolina Herrera dress with black lace inserts. Or you could sit front row at Oscar de La Renta and alternately marvel at Roger Federer seated nearby and a crisp white shift dress breezing down the runway on the model Jacquetta Wheeler.
But nothing really happens nobody is quite satisfied at the
bi-annual shows until Marc Jacobs weighs in on the state of spring 2007 fashion during his traditional Monday night slot. Although his guests (and there seemed to be thousands of them) will undoubtedly complain bitterly about the long wait at Jacobs' show (sometimes up to 90 minutes) they will sit diligently and wait for the designer to tell them in approximately 53 outfits not just what they should wear next spring, but more importantly, how they should feel.
More than a designer, Jacobs is a master of the mood. His runway is no
longer just about clothes. Sure, there were plenty of great looks last
night-soft, romantic pantaloons worn under over-washed jackets and
layered knitsand they will all be studied, photographed and copied
endlessly. Yesterday, with Pachelbel's Canon playing on the
soundtrack, he gave fashionistas a poignant and gentle lift on a day
where many might have easily questioned the industry's place-
with all it's superficial implications in the greater global
picture. Jacobs' frayed tulle bomber jackets, patchwork laces
dresses, oversized glass paste stone embroideries and oddball shoes
seemed to remind his fans that even on a dark day, it's OK to love
fashion, just don't take it too seriously.