PHOTOS: Marc Jacobs’ Jazz Collection Shows He’s Ready For Dior
Marc Jacobs closed fashion week Thursday night with a show that is more deserving of the description than anything else we saw this week. For starters: it had an actual stage. And a curtain!
If you care about Marc Jacobs and his fashionable theatrics, you probably already know that he took some serious inspiration from iconic choreographer Bob Fosse, who you may know from such musical stylings as Chicago, Cabaret, and/or what wikipedia calls his “semi-autobiographical film” All That Jazz.
The curtain opened to Jacobs’ cast of models perched, sprawled, and lounged artfully on a spread of chairs. Jacobs sat with them, quietly. He wore jazz pants.
The music began, a pumping, repetitive composition of voices counting variations of the numbers one through eight (there’s that dance thing again), while another voice softly muttered about grocery shopping choices and whether or not to get gas on the way home, at which point one realizes this isn’t just about Bob Fosse, it’s about the thirties, or maybe the sixties, or maybe just southern housewives (the models wore silk bandanas and cloche-like headwraps made from sweatshirts) in either the thirties or the sixties who dream of dancing with (or for?) Bob Fosse in makeshift dancehalls while wearing clear plastic cowboy boots and cellophane skirts. How very DIY.
The clothing was a made from a mix of natural and synthetic fabrics (see: the aforementioned cellophane) and dexterously draped. There was gingham and, apparently, faux alligator and boxy coats which will undoubtedly sell like hotcakes at a retail level. But at a show level, it was exactly what you want a show to be: it was theatrical and kind of strange, but ultimately wearable (provided you’re mildly creative and don’t mind purchasing a few extra slips here and there).
And most importantly, it reminded us that Jacobs is talented and prolific and capable of continually reinventing the wheel (or the dress, or the decade, depending on how you look at it). Now just imagine what he could or would do if given access to the technical talents of a couture atelier.
Because let’s be honest: we all watched for the clothes, but that’s exactly what everyone was thinking.