Fashion, they tell us, is fantasy. My fantasy, personally, does not involve two small children stacked on top of one another in a sassy effort to pass as a single adult, but who am I to tell Marc Jacobs what to do with his time?
Fashion, they tell us, is fantasy. My fantasy, personally, does not involve two small children stacked on top of one another in a sassy effort to pass as a single adult, but who am I to tell Marc Jacobs what to do with his time?