I used to dream of being amongst the top fashion designers, showing off my designs in runway show after runway show, attending New York fashion week, and being amongst my favorite designers such as Sonia Rykiel, Luella Bartley, and the great, great, GREAT Marc Jacobs – my favorite of all. I can’t tell you when I first fell in love with him, but I have an inkling it was not from seeing a garment on the runway, but rather through his Juergen Teller photographed fashion ads – more specifically one for his Marc by Marc Jacobs line.
Marc Jacobs’ ads are the closest I’ll get (for now) to owning his clothing. I collect each and every one that I find in magazines, tearing them out immediately upon discovery, storing them in a special manilla folder. In my room at home, the walls covered in pages torn from magazines, I even have two specific spots where I have carefully arranged my ad collection – an ode to Marc Jacobs, if you will.
Yes, I have seen the Marc Jacobs & Louis Vuitton documentary (more than once), and yes it is one of my favorite film documentaries. I have also visited the Marc by Marc Jacobs store in Chicago’s Wicker Park/Bucktown neighborhood, somewhat regretting my decision – last minute – to not purchase the $18 United States weekend bag, lined in cherry red, iconic landmarks representing great U.S. cities stitched into the golden wicker. And perhaps it’s a sign, or fate, or what-have-you, but just a few streets over from my new apartment in Chicago is the Marc Jacobs store, a glowing beauty that I am too intimidated by to go into alone. I’m crossing my fingers that whenever my grandmother visits she’ll take me there and I will come out with my first item of Marc Jacobs clothing (preferably a dress). Until then, I can only pass by in delight and work hard to make money of my own to spend on his perfect designs.
Okay, done rambling. Now on to the good stuff.
(courtesy of style.com)
The only ads I could manage to find online: