Posts Tagged ‘Marc by Marc Jacobs’
Right. So, love. Isn’t it a wonderful thing? It’s just as exhilarating as the feeling you get on the dip of a roller-coaster. The thought of eating makes you want to vomit (I’m sorry if I sound crass, but that’s because I’m a hardcore Mark Kermode fan), This is how I feel about certain brands. Marc Jacobs being one. His line, particularly Marc By Marc Jacobs, is the one brand that actually gives me what I need. Because when it comes to things like bags, I really cannot be bothered. I’m not crazy when it comes to them. But when I find one, those cheesy butterflies pepper my brain. Shoes on the other hand, now that’s a different stories.
As I stress, time and time again, it’s about sneakers for me. They are up there with my love for fashion magazines. And you know, I feel the same way about coats. Yes, that puffed up outerwear that shields my outfits that conceal my body. And I love men’s coats. But I can like women coats, too. At times. But I’ll show you exactly what is what that I fell in love with.
I am in love with Central/Eastern European fashion designers. So when I came across this full-length knit jacket by Croatian-born, German-educated, Paris-based designer Damir Doma, I just knew. And as they say, it is always best to follow your gut instinct.
Then, of course, we have the man of all men when it comes to practical, durable fashion Marc Jacobs. I own a Marc Jacobs. It’s a medium size, black leather bag with a long strap in case I want to wear it messenger style. I love that bag. And when I first came upon it as a Sales Associate at Burberry, there was no question. I let it go, but when my existing bag was on its last thread, I went online. But considering the urgency, I called my closet Holt Renfrew location. they had one left. I got it, and that was it. So now, seeing that this Marc Jacobs bag, sold at Colette, is sold out.
What the heck. I heart it all, don’t I.
I’ve had an ongoing debate with a lot of stupid people. Particularly men. There’s this belief, that streetwear is restricted with age. I, for one, do not believe that. One bit. Just like high-fashion, too much of one thing looks tacky. That said, if you’ve got a thing for kicks, well, you’ve got a thing for kicks! And if you’ve got style, your love for sneakers, and how you wear it, will prosper. I dunno, maybe the guys that feel the way they are trying to update the type of women they date. But they’re a bit, should I say, out of touch.
I’m a clingy girlfriend – there, I said. But I’m also a loyal one, just ask my bags. I’ve got bags with straps falling off the seams, filled with century stale crumbs and holes leading to wonderland. But that could be because I’m an easy shopper: I see it, I want it, that’s it. Which could be the reason I’m so loyal to my limited bag collection in the first place. I don’t really like shopping for bags, and I’m pretty confident in the type of bag that suits my body type and personality. You’re tall, thin, go with something that slouches around the body. Long straps are sleek. Flexibility is key. Marc by Marc Jacobs is a personal favourite. Chanel, well, I admire that one from a far, and Hermès, well, forget about it. But I digress.
There’s people that collect bags for the sake of it, but this isn’t about that. Nor does it have anything to do with price. Sometimes, you just need a bag you throw over your shoulder and go your way, you know what I mean? Well, okay, you might want to throw a bit of hotness in-the-mix.
I’m a fan of the acclaimed french brand Balenciaga. And even bigger fan of the bags it produces. However, they’ve got an older aesthetic. May not be suitable for someone under 25, unless you’ve got the physique and personality to pull it it off.
I’ve never really had the chance to get into Paul Smith, until now. It’s a timeless brand, that swirl? Sexy. As is this bag. It’s got that quirky graphic in the classy style.
Python is hot. Always has been. And the colour? Stunning. Jerome Dreyfuss is relatively new to me, but by the looks of this one, I could get into it.
Burberry. The brand I could never afford. But it’s a staple if you can actually get your hands on one. This check is more versatile compared to the other ones, along with the colourway.
I’ve always wanted a Mulberry bag. I’ve just never had the opportunity to get one. This Mulberry purse is stunning, kind of young, but fun. And flirty.
I want to say welcome, but that’s kinda lame, so I’ll get to the point.
The brilliant idea of trend spotting switched on a head bulb. I know – don’t ask. The idea of style stocking is so passé that it’s now a washed-out global phenom. Style Photogs are scoring book deals, landing front rows at revered fashion collections, and becoming the point-of-reference for a slew of pop-up Trend agencies.
So why, you ask, would this idea only occur to me now? Well, I scoped it in a certain magazine (that shall be nameless), and I felt it was done so colorfully, so originally but yet, so vaguely, that I had wanted to rip the idea and take it a step further. I want to grab trends from every crevice of the planet. And that, my friends, takes dedication. While I won’t be doing it everyday, I’ll defo be plugging it in once a week (to start). And I have a goal. I won’t share my goal (that’s why it’s a goal), but it’s a feasible one. So here we go.
Toronto guys, for the most part, have an uncategorizable style. One minute it’s eurotrash, the next it’s hipster punk. But lately, the T.O guy’s been rocking a mod-sportif ; hi-tops – preferably Cr8tive Recs, or Supra – add futuristic funk to an otherwise semi-bland jeans-hoodie combo. Most up-town guys are big on G-Star, but they are, thanks to the cities thriving downtown hipster culture, starting to catch on to American Apparel. But you know, AA’s sweatshirts are being upstaged by the purposely ‘ragged’ staples found at Urban Outfitters or Gap. And that Parisian chic scarf, almost annihilated across the pond, is still going strong here. Distressed Diesel jeans are back with a vengeance, but come to think of it, they never really went anywhere, anyway.
Toronto Ladies are a special bunch. They’re prissy, pretty and completely untouchable. That’s right. They’re shopping like fashion editors. And they’ve ripped their outfits straight off the tear sheets of their favorite society magazines (and H&M) which means they’ve got the confidence to talk their way into the hottest happenings in the city. And not only will you have to buy them (and their crew) drinks and dinner at five-star spots, you’ll have to lavish them with – Marilyn Monroe said it best – Tiffany’s. The T.O girl’s upping Toronto’s ‘it’ style ante with super-short, or maxi-long. She’s got her minx on, she’s a fixture at Sephora and Holt Renfrew. However, vintage is a serious trend in Toronto, and she’s suddenly been empowered by the consignment store. Now, Chanel bags and Marc by Marc Jacobs dresses are right on par with her expenditure budget.