the perfect laxative

Wow. Fantastic. An American designer who can take the classic look, make it into silly putty, squeeze it with his hands until it oozes through his fingers and makes a terribly inappropriate noise that just makes you want to run to the nearest toilet and relieve yourself of all that hideous, ephemeral bullshit that has been clogging your intestines, and making you walk funny. You think to yourself, '"What a reaction! This feels ten, nay, a hundred times better than regurgitation!"
Yes, it's the hair. Yes, it's the gloves and those adorable appliqué flowers. Maybe it's because I've been in Tokyo, and these looks can be seen walking to the nearest train station that I think they are so suitable for a new generation, one that doesn't depend on their parents to pick out their clothes, one that can stand alone, and be identifiable, and treated as a unique soul. And, here, why shouldn't it be this?




Marc Jacobs, shaved and without glasses, American Designer Extraordinaire.
photos from style.com