i mean, i get it. we're all sick of hearing about his weight loss, his tattoos, his ex boyfriends . . . but gotta love a boy who can work his legs in a kilt. and a big mother fucking hermes bag. and from the look of his attitude, a healthy sense of humor.
and who doesn't want a navy kilt? no, really. i'm serious.
i think it's because marc jacobs must be in a place in life where the fear of judgement is gone, where he can explore himself and what he needs and desires, and his collections have never been more creatively intense or exciting. the fact that he can throw all this on at once, and make me smile rather than cringe . . . says something about how men COULD approach their presentation to the world.
with a sense of joy, humor, and experimentation.
and then someone show me this :
check the boots.
check the banding on the pants.
check the sheerness of the shirt.
it's couture meets skinhead.
and has the same sense of release and relief that the outfit above it.
confidence,
however you express it,
is sexy,
my friends.
go forth and propogate the word.
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I'll have to look for & send picture of me, my dad, and my two boys, all be-kilted. Our tartan, though, and not navy, but we're still pretty dashing. (also, not to torment you from the east coast, but the windows on 5th ave are pretty good this year... bergdorf's were especially awesome.)
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