Poor Marc Jacobs. It has been a rough year. It shows.
Break-ups and rehab marked the first part of the year, and then there was the inexplicably disastrous show for fashion week in NYC. Tardy and tasteless, the show sent certain fashion editors into a blind rage, which sparked a rebuttal from Marc, who threatened to move his entire collection to Paris next year.
But would Paris receive MJ with open arms? While Parisians are renowned for welcoming American fugitives with exceptional fervor(look at Roman Polanski), Marc is une centimetre away from stepping on the wrong feet. His show for Louis Vuitton on Sunday was marked by yet another bizarre moment, when a super-animated MJ stuck his tongue out during his runway strut. Stuck his tongue out. Not in London, not in LA, in PARIS! Oh la la, la la…. ! Looked like the gesture was aimed at Suzy Menkes (IHT fashion editor) but MJ denies.
Petite Brigitte, with her usual spot-on wisdom, knows exactly what is going on. MJ is off the booze/drugs and on the protein shakes (they’ve got some uppers in there right?). Marc’s been hitting his Parisian gym hard since his return to the city, and he’s got the bod to prove it. But watch out for that Guarana/Ginko mix Marc! Your antics might work with your personal trainer, but not with Bernard Arnault.
