Editors who attended the last event of the week, Thursday night's Marc Jacobs show escaped a torrential downpour only to enter a venue so warm they were handing out paper fans. The space itself had been transformed into a post-apocalyptic beach, complete with a battered boardwalk, an overturned lifeguard station, and tons of glittery black sand (sensing a trend here?) embedded with copious cigarette butts.
The clothes themselves looked nothing like the clean, feminine, and sometimes minimal lines many of Jacobs's counterparts showed this week, and perhaps that was the point. But whatever Jacobs' was trying to tell us with his high-collared evening gowns and tasseled sweatshirts, this show was utterly unforgettable.