There’s a scene within the new documentary “I Am: Celine Dion” by which Ms. Dion describes her dedication to designer heels.
“When a woman loves her sneakers, she all the time makes them match,” the singer mentioned, spreading her fingers to show how she has contorted her toes to accommodate sneakers starting from measurement 6 to 10. Requested for her measurement whereas purchasing, she mentioned, she would reply to gross sales associates: “What measurement do you’ve got? I’ll make them work. I’ll make them match.”
It’s a feeling well-known to girls who relish enjoying dress-up: dedication so nice it pushes up towards delusion.
That was definitely the sensation at Marc Jacobs’s runway present Monday evening, held on the New York Public Library. Vogue is set to be a joyful medium, even or particularly when the world appears joyless. And Mr. Jacobs was decided to decorate his fashions like surreal dolls of Twentieth-century American iconography.
A heavy white Marilyn Monroe costume opened the present. Its bodice was oversize, with pointy bra cups and a skirt sculpted in everlasting half flight. Marilyn walked in white sandals made to seem about an inch too massive in each route, like a woman insistent on sporting heels from her mom’s closet. (“I stroll the shoe, the shoe don’t stroll me,” as Ms. Dion would say.)
The proportions had been a continuation of Mr. Jacobs’s February runway present: massive and cartoonish, like a joke we’re all purported to be in on. Fashions appeared to be tensing to maintain their thick garments in place, although in fact they match simply as Mr. Jacobs meant. Necklines had been lifted by invisible fingers off the shoulders of Peter Pan-collar jackets, preppy V-neck sweaters, voluminous floral cocktail clothes. Saccharine bikinis — one in white pointelle, pinned with a photorealistic daisy brooch, and the opposite in yellow polka dots — swung and jutted off the physique.
Often these proportions appeared devilish. Some sneakers had horned toes. The fashions couldn’t absolutely open their eyes, which had been lined with thickly lashed pastel-painted pads, like a commentary on girls blinded to the world by their obsession with magnificence. (Or possibly, because the stylist Gabriella Karefa-Johnson recommended on Instagram, it was only a homage to Miss Piggy.)
Although generally subversive — Mr. Jacobs could make a fairly eyelet costume look deranged — the gathering was basically optimistic. The designer opened his present notes with a single sentence: “Pleasure, interval.” He wrote about seeing trend as a path to a “deeper pursuit of pleasure, magnificence and private transformation.” He lined Cardi B, a visitor, in a cloud of purple and yellow flowers.
Mr. Jacobs’s private transformation recently consists of sporting lengthy nails that may be seen and heard (the rhythmic clacking!) from yards away. On Monday, his nails had been French-manicured, their ideas lined in gems resembling a couple of embellished items within the assortment, together with a miniskirt go well with.
On the miniskirt fits: Essentially the most gossiped-about topic in trend remains to be who will take over Chanel following the departure of the inventive director Virginie Viard. Mr. Jacobs, who integrated quilted purses into the present Monday evening, is one among many names that come up in dialog — maybe not among the many prime three suspects, however someplace within the prime 10.
Whereas not one of the contenders have publicly commented on the hypothesis, some eyebrows had been raised by these phrases in Mr. Jacobs’s present notes: “The long run stays unwritten.”
