I would have just assumed this were another one of Marc Jacobs’ attempts (albeit successful ones) to change the way in which we consume clothing (or in this instance, lack thereof) but I think it’s more fun to argue that the fashion trajectory might be taking a turn for the indie spirit of DIY-able, appeasing penny pinchers and the most renowned fashion arbiters concerned with exposed nipples alike.
Proof of such? Not much.
Though there were, of course, the topless models (fine, one–singular–model) at the eponymous Marc Jacobs show which could have suggested that in true utilitarian fashion, sometimes it just doesn’t make sense to invest in bloomers and a blouse, thus inferring a fairly handy (pun intended) solution that includes a ceaseless gesture to shield your knockers (lest you treat everyday like European topless beach day) which comes at virtually no cost at all. Your upper arms will thank you when they are lifting heavy machinery. Thoughtful? I think so.
Juergen Teller had a similar idea for the Spring/Summer ads that he shot for Celine this season, which are slowly but surely trickling into virtually every issue of virtually every magazine (The New Yorker excluded) to demonstrate two fundamental things.
On the one hand, bathtubs are better than shirts. On the other, so are large leather portfolios. On both hands–and one this probably goes without saying but because I can never be too sure, I’ll just say it–Daria is Queen and her hair is princess.
What’s great here is that the underlying premise in the image at left seems to once again celebrate the fortification of upper arm strength because in the event you plan to keep your areolas private, there’s no way around holding at least something up. It may as well be a document holder inspired by 1989 (care of my father) that is moonlighting as an oversize clutch, no? When push comes to shove and we’re forced to make that life-altering decision at gunpoint (read: the cash register) anyway, we’re going with the bag–aren’t we? The buy now, wear forever ethos has bastardized my relationship with blouses.
Not with bathtubs, though, even in spite of the fact that they might be slightly more difficult to trot around. But hey, if you can make that work, more power to you. Also, call me. I’d love to chat about a story idea.
Back in the throes of Marc Jacobs’ imagination:
There is naturally a chance that you’d prefer to invest in top half coverings because your shopping rituals haven’t been bastardized, and you like to let your legs free-ball. Sure, that’s all fine and well, go for the gold, let that bikini line see the light of Gotham’s day, but let me ask you a serious question. Suppose you are an ambitiously empathetic, self-anointed trend forecaster who just can’t help indulge in effectively every trend you see pass by? What if your hunch about no shirts and no pants suggests that you should abandon both? Are you subscribing to a highly stylized school of esoteric fashion, or are you surrendering to nudist colony culture?
I’m just asking for a friend…
Photographed above, Marc Jacobs and Louis Vuitton. Photos via Vogue.com
