I fucking love Marc Jacobs. I loved him when he was a skinny Jew-nerd, and I love him now he’s buff and sleek. I love his vision, his creative ambition, and the fact that he has remained a down-to-earth darling despite his enormo success. Quite a lot of people who work in fashion are actually quite cunty: this is a fact. Lots of designers, photographers, editors, models and minions are absolute dickheads. So when someone at the highest end of the spectrum is actually a decent guy, the respekt go massive innit. PLUS, he is adorably doe-eyed, with tattoos of Spongebob Squarepants; and he makes women feel oh-so gorgeous in his wonderful clothes.
(Pip, you share my obsession, so this post is dedicated to you xx)