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^I know a girl who won't be invited next season.....
Yes, but ... what none of these have is an "actual" heel turned sideways like these. He's clearly riffing on this theme, but I haven't seen the sidewise heel before

Schiaparelli would be proud...But honestly i am happy to see a bit of surrealism back in fashion. It gives it a little more intelect. What i dont like tho is how he keeps going back to the f*cked up 50's housewife with the crayola colored tweeds and pumps. to me it looks like the more deranged version of his spring 2003 collection. Did anyone else get a feeling of a bit of Mui Mui fall 2007?
yes she would
a bit of mui mui a bit of this a bit of that but mostly marc the eternal club kid thumbing his nose at fashion's tendancy to take itself so seriously, albeit w/full on couture quality tailoring. the hats and shoes brought schiap to mind immediately but i also see the entire fin de siecle marching by in this mad-hatter, deconstruction of fashion now and then! pure art!thank God america has a marc jacobs and not just a ralph lauren![]()
Don't you think these A/W '07 Junko Shimada shoes have a sideways heel?
I agree that they are slightly less obviously heel-like (as they are curved and don't appear to have a heel tip), but it's already a pretty developed idea, IMO.
I'm not saying that there is anything wrong, at all, with him using this idea, too; whether, or not, he knew that another designer had done it before. But posters were reacting as though it was a completely new idea, when it, in fact, wasn't.
I know the Manolos didn't have a sideways heel, but, at that point, we were trying to find where heelless shoes, in general, had originated.
Fabulous fashion or fairy-tale farce - by Marc Jacobs' lights, what's the difference? "It was the 'Emperor's New Clothes' - which is what fashion is," Jacobs observed of his own efforts. "And it was so entertaining."
Jacobs made the comment on Monday morning about the prelude to his spring show. Though well before the instantly infamous two-hour wait, he had already staged a version of the presentation the night before, that one filmed by Charles Atlas for screening during the main event. The girls were decked in full hair, makeup and phenomenal accessories regalia, Catherine McNeil with her surrealist hairbow-sunglasses photo-printed with Elizabeth Taylor's eyes perched just so; Uliana Tikhova with two pavé-encrusted mice contemplating her clavicle. But, like the emperor's, their clothes were in absentia. They wore only underwear.
By the time the real show started, the models were done up in - and often falling out of -inventive layerings that, though brilliantly fantastical, will dazzle all as brightly in their retail incarnations. The idea was about sex, even though his designs are often thought of as anything but. "Clothes aren't sexy, people are," Jacobs likes to say. But real sexy people aren't media sexy, all cookie-cutter steamy, cleavaged and ready for action.
Rather, they're quirky, insecure, perverse, experimental, aggressive, confused, reticent, all of which he wanted to capture by warping common clichés. "Every girl is a character - life in cartoon motion," he explained, adding that, after last season's conformist rigor, "I just wanted to have a ball - everything eclectic, funny, kooky."
To strengthen that point, he showed in reverse, his bow first, then the finale, followed by looks 56 through one. Bad girls wore black lace and satins with a fallen-angel halo or sparkly devil horns. (Hats off to Stephen Jones.) More wholesome types worked riffs on football jerseys. They were haute florals and adorable animalia, hussy sheers, slipdresses appliquéd with bras and panties, a dress festooned with strings, faux v.p.l. and undies galore. Many of the clothes came half sewn, slit or otherwise peekaboo, either real or trompe l'oeil. And arranged in off-kilter combinations, right down to the shoes with their heels attached the wrong way. It all made for a delightfully costumed experimental sexcapade.
Now, as for that wait, to ignore it or say it doesn't matter does an injustice to those rightfully offended by the two-hour delay of a long-scheduled event. Certainly after last night, some of those who attended were in no mood to forgive. The city tabloids vivisected Jacobs in their morning editions, the Daily News considering his late start worthy of placement on page three, while the Post posed the question, "What is wrong with Marc Jacobs?" Nevertheless, right or wrong, when it comes to its greatest talents, this industry allows to trump convenience, common sense and even manners.
John Galliano has leave, if he fancies, to masquerade couture as ready-to-wear; Alexander McQueen, to drag his audiences to lord-knows-what remote arrondissement, and yes, Marc Jacobs to be late. The day of reckoning may come for these designers, should their shows not always be must-see events. Until then, however, in each indulgence lies promise, the communal knowledge that after the bitching, eye-rolling and toe-tapping are over, the audience may have experienced something special, as happened Monday night.
September 12, 2007, 10:22 am
The Sexy Thing
I see people were up before the birds to have a whack at the Marc Jacobs show. Such a delicious debate, I might add. (And “rules” about length and quality of comment on the blog? Horrors! Let’s build another prison.) About four minutes into the Jacobs show, after seeing the finale line and then the first of the cut-away dresses in bugle-beaded black silk or jersey over lingerie, I felt he had definitely done something different. All the time I say to young designers, “Give me a new contemporary version of sexiness. Show me something other than a sweetheart neckline, a corseted waist, and an Alaïa homage.” I’ve been waiting, and not seeing it. So when I saw the way Jacobs had stripped down those dresses, expressing a natural élan as much as a silhouette that any person can draw upon, he had my vote.
Of course the collection had a lot of other things going on it besides the sexy thing, like the sweet mouse prints and the odd “too small” shoes that at first confused people in the audience, but I twigged to those opening dresses and the black “stole” T-shirt with the black shantung shorts. How great would it be to see someone wear that on a red carpet? Bill Cunningham once said to me after a Yohji Yamamoto show that included some beautiful, spare black jersey dresses, “I’m always hoping I see someone at a party in a dress like that, but I never do.” We long to change a landscape dominated by banal, thoughtless choices.
I completely agree with that, while Yamamoto and Margiela have done similar styles and offered similar commentaries on our celeb-rule culture, Jacobs has a different kind of authority and influence. That’s just a realistic observation, not a comment on the creativity of the others. And I did not, at least in this Jacobs, see a reference to the last Comme des Garcons show, apart from the big hair. Tell me I’m wrong, but I didn’t see it.
fashion is wearable art ...

