i didn't get to go to marc jacobs last night and i won't lie to you, it hurt a little. i felt it- right here. no, a little higher. yes. right there. sigh.
let me say this much- i have never had 80s nostalgia. i've said that on this here blog before; that decade does not really hold allure for me. (beyond cartoon memories and like, nafnaf)
maybe because it was just my childhood? not my formative teenage years or good ol college days or like marc, my WACKY CLUB KID days.
that said, today's I DIE moment goes to this:
you're not shocked, are you? i even feel the crimps. if i could, i would.
i am also insanely drawn to these 2 looks, i can't help myself.
velvet waves and electric capes will seduce me every time:
one question..when you're this model, are you upset when they put you in the WTF headwrap?
sorry daiane, loveyoumeanitswear?
what if they make you wear these?
these are like those gel masks eye masks that nobody actual ever wears.
the dude who kindly extracts CASH from my BANK ACCOUNT over at MJ on mercer street will be getting a call about these:
ummm how long til these are the new MK Ols stomper of choice? i mean, i NEED them. imperative.
lastly, i would NOT be SAD if these found their way to my tenement hovel anytime soon:
as my sister would say..marc, what goes on?
are these like those balenciaga shoetights? a lacroix homage foot spat? horse hoof legging combos? what is it? don't care, want it.