Marc Jacobs Comments on Cathy Horyn’s Blog

Share

Hey Marc,

What’s the deal buddy? I thought we had a real connection when I friended you on MySpace? I thought we we’re cool when I crashed your Fall 2007 show (much better collection dude, what’s with the downward spiral). We had a real connection Marcie (Mark-ie), a real one-on-one connection, and then I see this little number on Cathy’s blog. This is the equivalent of blog adultery. Is Cathy a bigger slut than us? Does she do the things that we just can’t do. I saw your tongue wagging at the Louis show. I should have known it was only a matter of time before this.

“Dear Cathy ….. I wish you could have been at my show. I think it was a really good one. I am happy with it on every level. I deliberately stated I was uninspired this season as I have felt that talking about inspiration is so not the point to making and showing a collection. Inspiration is a catalyst. one is left with an interpretation of those thoughts. In a show context they are meant to “say” something…..I felt it necessary to allow the audience to say what they want, to see what they saw. There was no wrong or right. everyone is entitled to their opinions. Big deal….My last few collections have been nothing but an expression of where I am at and what interests me and my team in terms of cut, shape, color and our individual interests in fashionable clothes. I find so many aspects of life today fascinating…I don’t work in a bubble. I am influenced by the world, and what of the world I know, remember, and hope for. I look forward to the chance to speak to you soon…I really felt a need for calm, and yes, each season is a reaction to the one that came before it. I am certain that what we chose to promote this season was the only, and perfect answer. and, for all those who think Spring Summer didn’t sell…..perhaps, they should check our figures before assuming such as fact. I hope you are feeling better…All my best, Marc.”

I feel the cold in the dark shadow of your wandering blogger lust. I know what it is to die a little inside now.

Love (at least I thought it was),

Fashion Indie