by philleif 0

>> I spoke a bit too soon.  Marc Jacobs' guardian angel must have seen what I wrote a few days back and felt like making me eat my words.  I say this because very soon after I vowed to eternally spurn Mr. Jacobs' work, I found something I actually liked in his most recent collection.  Yes that's right, the one that managed to make Gemma Ward (left) look intensely voluptuous. Which is a real "accomplishment" in itself, one that makes me very skeptical as to how flattering it all would look on the non-model consumer population (read: you and me).   

In any case, I...can't believe I'm saying this... absolutely love the dress on the right.  I think it's partially because it looks very baroque, with the rich berry-colored velvet, the low square neckline, and the empire-waisted bodice.  I always was a sucker for baroque art.  The rose belt and gorgeous tulle sleeves just complete this dress.  Now if I could just get my hands on one (I wish) and live in a castle, my childhood fantasy of being a modern-day Renaissance maiden would be complete. 

While I'm praising MJ, I might as well out myself a little more.  I recently came across limited edition of his classic accessory, the mouse shoe, that I have fallen for hard -- it's Swarovski crystal-studded silver satin perfection (now just for fun: say that last phrase five times fast).  Too bad that it's signed by MJ and numbered, making it worth $1477.78, an amount of money I just don't have to throw around. 

Damn you, Marc Jacobs.  I was just starting to like you.  But you had to do it, didn't you?  You had to go and get all ego-y again, signing your shoes and raising your prices.  I knew I was right about you.  I just knew it.