Marc Jacobs: ‘I stank like a raccoon!’

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Recently, the fashion world had a collective hissy fit when designer Marc Jacobs closed Fashion Week with a show that started two hours later than scheduled. (If I had a box of Junior Mints for every Hollywood movie premiere that began more than an hour late, I would be toothless.) From what I understand, some editors and buyers were particularly miffed because rumor had it the maestro was swilling Shirley Temples (Jacobs was just in rehab) at a hotel bar in New York while they awaited his show.

On WWD.com, you can read Jacobs’ heated defense. In it, he explains that he returned to the Mercer Hotel (where he lives) to shower because: ‘I stank like a raccoon!’ I adore Marc Jacobs because he is a visionary and his show reflected his thoughtful and mirthful musings on the current state of fashion. I love him even more for likening his redolence to that of a rodent who appears to be perpetually wearing a sleep mask. Check out L.A. Times fashion critic Booth Moore’s excellent take on that show and others in this past Sunday’s Image.