This is amazing, the woman in the next seat said, indicating the crowd. How did everyone get the message?
Actually, it was pretty incredible that so many hundreds of people - fashion people, not a type consistently lauded for logistical awareness - knew (A) that the Marc by Marc Jacobs show had shifted dates due to Winter Storm Nemo, (B) that the show had moved to a different venue, and (C) that they should arrive and find their seats in an orderly fashion in time for a very nearly on-time start.
The lack of fuss and confusion testified to Jacobs stature in the industry, and to the industrys high expectations for this particular show. Once he had us where he wanted us, the designer wasted no time presenting a parade of uplifting, 70s-accented designs.
There were spongy wool swing dresses, abstracted yin-yang prints, wide gaucho-style trousers, patch-pocket sweaters, vintage-feeling plaids and round, hatbox handbags. Colours met in rich, saturated combinations, as in one ensemble consisting of a coat, dress and bag in colours the show notes described as merlot, red pepper and bordeaux. Big, sexy 70s hair, bright, poppy tulip prints and rumpled pinstriped suits (for guys and girls) rounded out the show.
Barring one or two micro-mini looks, it was a notably unrevealing show. The travelling jackets, responsible blouses and luggage-like bags created a sense that Jacobs muse was a small-town girl preparing for a bus journey or big job interview. Or a 70s stewardess, all dolled up for a day off in the city. It was a collection ready to go places. Even the colour names were transporting, so well end with those: madder carmine, orcha black, prairie indigo, jungle green, skipper blue