LUXURY + SEX + KATE!
Fashion’s sleep-deprived hordes stumbled into the blackness of the Louis Vuitton tent on the twenty-eighth day of the Fall 2011 collections already barely knowing whether it was day or night. In fact, it was 9:30 a.m., breakfast time in the real world, but there we were, being greeted by lines of uniformed maids proffering trays of vodka shots, champagne, and espresso in a black-marbled faux hotel foyer, with an ornate grilled elevator at its center, at some indeterminate hour of darkness.
Disconcerting, sinister, and ever so slightly sleazy under the guise of impeccable formality, Marc Jacobs had already insinuated, in the hospitality alone, that the subtext of this collection was about addictions of various kinds: to hedonistic consumption, luxury, sex, culminating in, at Louis Vuitton, the fetish he posits as “the irrational, inexplicable” desire for the LV handbag.
BY SARAH MOWER