The latest issue of Interview includes a photo spread of designer Marc Jacobs doing a rather poor David Bowie circa Scary Monsters. Or maybe it's good? I don't know anything about fashion. More after the jump.
Someone has robbed Marc Jacobs! No, not of his heart. (Though the fashion designer's former fiancé Jason Preston is newly listed as "In a relationship" on the Facebook. Might this still make Marc sad?) Marc Jacobs has been robbed of precious, precious money. And lots of it. A 24-year-old Kansan named Kyle Avila (who, update!, posed naked for Marc Jacobs t-shirts!) was arrested at his apartment on 28th street for stealing $65,000 from the Marc by Marc Jacobs accessory store in the West Village, where he was a manager. Gay (we can assume) on gay crime! Avila was caught by another manager who noticed money was missing while looking through receipts. He confronted the larcenist and gave him until Sunday to return the money.
A clever tipster sent us this Facebook screengrab, which details Marc Jacobs' ever-changing boy business. Hopefully the highly successful fashion designer changed his "Status" from "In an Open Relationship" to "It's Complicated" because his new upscale boyfriend asks for a slower, more old-timey courtship process. (Versus what, we presume, was happening before: "Hi, I'm Marc" leading to an immediate dropping of trou.) It is terribly complicated indeed. Also of note: Liz Coen has an adorable dog. And can I get a holla from the back from all y'all who don't know/care about Facebook jargon!
Marc Jacobs' new possible boyfriend, who we hissed about last week, has been identified. Lorenzo Martone, a Brazilian advertising exec, has been spotted with the seemingly scandal-proof fashion designer quite a bit of late. They were at the recent Marukami show at the Brooklyn Museum, the Costume Institute gala last week (as pictured in the previous post), and showed up to fellow designer Valentino's birthday part on Friday night. And he seems normal.
"'He spends most of his time partying until morning in Paris,' a friend said. 'It's out of control. There's always a different boy and everyone is worried he's going to pull a Halston' - referring to the legendary designer whose work suffered due to drinking and drugs. Halston died of AIDS in 1990." [Post]
Trendy Wendy fashion designer Marc Jacobs escorted yet another new gentleman friend to last night's Metropolitan Museum Costume Institute Gala, though no one really seems sure who he is. He could be another MySpace find, or some aspiring hanger-on who stumbled into one of the stores one day. Or he could just be a nice fellow who Marc met at the library and they like to take walks along the river and talk about Lorrie Moore books. (Though that's not, um, likely). What a revolving door this man has! Keeping all the hookers, porn stars, and Mensa members straight (heh) can be difficult. If you need a little help, we've provided some clarification (in list form, natch) after the jump.
All of the important pretty people got dressed up for the Metropolitan Museum's Costume Institute Gala, which was themed "Superheroes: Fashion and Fantasy." Vogue editor Anna Wintour wore the Karl Lagerfeld Chanel dress on the left. Of this creation, Australia's Age said Wintour "got it horribly wrong;" one blogger said it was "one of a kind... which is good because we don't need two of those;" and the diplomatic Times said it "had curiously curling crescents attached at the hips and the shoulders, giving Ms. Wintour... the fuller-bodied appearance of Botticelli's Venus on her clamshell." Ah, "curious," not the highest of compliments. Anna could use a break, what with the LeBron James King Kong cover, the Rodarte weight thing, getting dissed by European fashionistas, etc. etc. Sad, pitiable Anna. Laugh (at a few more media celebrities' outfits, starting with Katie Holmes, pictured right) through tears (for sad monster Wintour) after the jump.
Singer M.I.A., featured in the ads for designer Marc Jacobs' spring collection: "The whole time I was doing that campaign I was like, 'Does Marc Jacobs know who I am?' He didn't let me into his parties and stuff six months before.... I have my own label now, which is the only thing I've been wearing recently." [WWD]
Our favorite cocaine-dappled redhead, actress Lindsay Lohan, has a Facebook profile! But it's undercover... She goes by the name "Lindsay Ronson," using the last name of her friend (girlfriend perhaps??), DJ Samantha Ronson. She's friends with Marc Jacobs, his ex-fiancé (and former hooker) Jason Preston, The Hills' Lauren Conrad, model Jessica Stam, random internet socialite Cory Kennedy, and a whole host of other notable idiots. It's funny to see that all these loathsome people are connected, though I guess it makes some perfect cosmic sense in a way. Though maybe they don't all get along. She's friends with a "Hiilary Duff" (a notorious enemy) and, judging by her "Wall," she and model Lauren Hastings seem to be in some sort of fight. Also, as you can see from her "Status," she's totes serious about her new sober living ("It was 430 am!!!" she offers as cryptic explanation for something), even though she's been seen hard partying all over the place. Radar has two theories about the possibly "glassy-eyed" Long Islander). Find her "Wall" after the jump, plus, a profile picture of French toast and Parliament Lights (yum!), from Radar
Oh no he didn't! Oh, he did? Fashion designer Marc Jacobs' personal life continues to get messier and messier. Jason Preston has called out his former fiance's current boyfriend, the mysteriously named Austin A. He sent a text message to Marc saying that Austin "better hope" the two don't run into each other on the street. Watch out for Jason, because that 5'6" fag will throw down! Jason, a former prostitute, believes Austin to be a gold digger who ain't messing with no broke sex maniac. Jason readily admits to sending the message, which is so fun! He doesn't care who knows about his raving threats of physical violence. God love an angry dumb person. For what it's worth Mr. A says that he has no hard (hahahahah) feelings toward Jason. [Gay Socialites] After the jump, a strange video of Jason and Marc in happier times.
Marc Jacobs' pole-vault-loving companion Austin A has issued a very unnecessary clarification: He and fashion designer Jacobs are not an exclusive couple. "I wouldn't say we're dating," Austin told GaySocialites.com, where by dating he meant only screwing each other. Yes, I think the description "boy toy" sort of implies a less-than-exclsive relationship, especially where libertine Jacobs is concerned. But you should root for Austin A because he's the boy toy with a heart of gold:
Had enough of golden boy fashion designer Tom Ford's face? He helpfully poses on the cover of Prestige in a way that makes visible only his forehead, eyelids, cheeks, nose, lips, and chin. This is the man about whom rival (?) designer Marc Jacobs just told GQ, "Whatever he's doing works for him. And I don't know if he does anything, but I'm not opposed." Now we know what he's doing: undergoing some sort of grotesque face surgery that's being concealed by faux-artistic camera angles! Click to enlarge the puzzling cover. [Towleroad]
Marc Jacobs: former addict turned narcissistic gym-goer. That's the takeaway from GQ's new profile of the ubiquitous fashion designer, and perhaps that's exactly what one should expect. He's really good friends with his personal trainer! He has a tattoo of SpongeBob! He had a bad childhood! But now he's fabulous and not on drugs and working out at the David Barton Gym for hours before peacocking around town! The real lesson here is that if you write about fashion designers like Marc Jacobs, you're working with a limited palette from the start. But we'll fill you in on the specifics—including his mom's bad taste, his own self-loathing, and his friendship with "Easy," after the jump.
Marc Jacobs has a new boy named Austin A, or at least he did the last time the designer's heroically freewheeling sex life made the gossip pages. Someone emailed us a link to Austin's MySpace profile along with the note, "I'm not a reporter - I'm sure you can find more." Actually, although I'm pretty sure I have a cell number for Jacobs ex Jason Preston in my mobile phone somewhere, I'm not inclined to start dialing around on this one. But here's a summary of Austin's MySpace for the obsessed-but-impatient: He's "6'1"/Athletic," from Franklin, Indiana ("F Town") and there's a video of him pole vaulting! "Pole vault without a doubt has played a major part in my life," Austin writes. Also, it seems that when you date Marc Jacobs, a lot of old friends come out of the woodwork:
Designer Marc Jacobs has an eccentric ad designer, Juergen Teller, who likes to do things like stuff Victoria Beckham into a custom Marc Jacobs bag and insert himself, in a wig and striped sweater, into a ad with model and photographer Cindy Sherman. The Cathy Horyn story on this in the Times Style section is as long and loopy as you might expect, but if you make it almost to the end, it's hard to miss the part where Teller, wearing silver underpants and having put on an extra 15 pounds for the occasion, artistically propositions the English actress Charlotte Rampling:
The Marc Jacobs and Jason Preston break-up has been très tragic for the two of them, but quite amusing for those interested in another form of meta-reality after this week's très boring Parisian Hills. The two of them are sort of famous, so we can delight in their misery, but since they're only sort of famous, they use Facebook just like the plebs. And their respective relationship mini-feeds are the stuff of pure Web 2.0 tragedy. (Click to enlarge the image)
Designer Marc Jacobs' ex Jason Preston called in a correction to the earlier stalker sighting of him supposedly carrying on the subway "loads of heavy shit," including luggage. Bottom line: he was carrying only one, very small Louis Vuitton gym bag, and don't call his boots "combat boots" because they're so much better than that. Also, the former rentboy thought I was the person who spotted him on the street, so his voice mail was pretty fierce and kind of awesome. Here's the transcript:
