camel toe, anyone?
Excess; Filthy decadence, thy name is the Marc Jacobs holiday party (Exaggerated cough suggesting feigned detachment). The annual event is more an Imperial burlesque worthy of a goddam Nero. Last year, Damon Dash, André Leon Talley and Richie Rich -- among other boldfacers -- attended his party in which, according to New York merited a zesty, "And: Wow. We'd never seen anything like it. Ever." From the very cool Carolyn Torem Craig in Papermag.com:
"Anytime Amanda Lepore appears somewhat over-dressed for the occasion, we know all hell has broken loose. There was a mystery in The Rainbow Room at Marc Jacobs' Arabian-Nights-themed year-end bash. Why was Marc holed up inside a huge furry camel toe the whole night??? Was he doing some kind of penance for having a good year? Did he lose a bet? Someone said he was shy."
In 2005 (see above), the "shy" Marc Jacobs dressed as a swine -- that's so meaningful -- furthering the stink of animale motif that runs through the designer's life. Fashionweek Daily wrote, then:
"... Elsewhere, models in chaps and models in no chaps (and not much else) made themselves comfortable on hay bales, where they feasted on cornbread, coleslaw, pulled-pork sandwiches, and baked beans."
To which we responded, icily: Yes well (Averted Gaze) sitting chapless is a sure recipe for 'pulled-pork sandwiches.'
(images via papermag, fashionweekdaily)
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