WWD announced that New York Magazine’s putting New York Look on hold, indefinitely.
The collection-focused supplement comes out twice a year and zeroes in on seasonal highlights including the best clothes, models, moments and shows. The most recent issue, with Anna Selezneva on the cover, documents the Spring 09 collections and could soon serve as a reminder of luxurious fashion weeks past.
Our favorite part of the magazine has always been the pictures, most recently by war photographer Benjamin Lowy who shot the season without stepping foot in a single pit.
Officially, they’re canceling the spring issue and won’t make any promises about next fall either which sounds pretty final. Out of all the magazines and websites closing, downsizing or making “drastic” changes, this one hurts the most.
Eric Wilson profiles Marc Jacobs in the Times today, just after Amy Larocca prints a similar piece in New York’s new fashion tome, The Look.
Both gloss Marc’s collections in favor of something else:
His relentless stun-then-shun of the press.
The story - called “Loving and Hating Marc Jacobs” - comes on the heels of some major Marc antics. It’s not that his show started late, because seriously, what else does anyone have to do on Fashion Week Monday than watch Marc Jacobs?
It’s more his go-fuck-yourself tirade in Women’s Wear Daily, followed by a tongue stuck out on the Louis Vuitton runway, followed by a comment on Cathy Horyn’s blog, followed by a Daily interview that’s not even out yet where he says, ““The only opinion that matters around me is my own.”
Again, we agree - don’t mess with Marc - but what’s with all the fuss?
We always thought your works speaks louder than anything else. If Marc’s clothes are the best, and they are, then what else is there?
Maybe this:
Eric Wilson observes, “Mr. Jacobs is drawing from his own tabloid existence in creating clothes, as he did with his spring collection with underwear hanging out of undone dresses, that reflect the disjointedness and randomness of the contemporary culture of celebrity worship.”
Well, that’s razor-sharp and partly plausible.
Or maybe Marc just likes undies, and everyone else likes to talk…
