On the Marc Jacobs runway last night, the year was 1984: Aggressive shoulders, bold neon colors, Flock of Seagulls hair and sunglasses at night. This is what it sounds like when doves cry.
This dinner-napkin-tucked-into-the-belt thing — like Jennifer Hudson at the Grammys — needs to go away, ASAP.
Subtle, for daytime!
Palpatine, the Emperor of the Galactic Empire, needed something to wear to brunch; Marc Jacobs was happy to oblige.
I remember this hair because the older girls in the Benetton sweaters had it when I was in 6th grade. It wasn’t good then and it isn’t good now.
The square shoulders are appalling, but the little bubble skirt is appealing. What to do?
A feat of epic proportions.
Starlets may end up digging this little polka-dot coat, but I think it’s just too too, if you know what I mean.
LOL. Where is she going?
More giant shoulders. That’s like, a reworked Champion sweatshirt, right?
Love the neckline and the hue, don’t love what it will do to non-moddle hips. But expect to see this one on the red carpet momentarily.
Gawd, what a mindfuck. Broken-down bandage dress! Do you love it or hate it? Is it funny? Is it chic? Is it vaginal?
Red riding hood redux.
I wish I could just make you turn around… turn around and see me cry! There’s so much I need to say to you, so many reasons why. You’re the only one who really knew me at all… So take a look at me now.