DRAG queens, porn stars, washed-up rock stars, A-list fashion personnel and D-list celebrities: the coolest thing about Marc Jacobs, the designer who always insists that he’s not cool, is how he gathers around him, season after season and year after year, a posse of all the adorable high-school outcasts
real estate mogul Vincent Gallo
the guest list would be unaware that Mr. Jacobs has been in and out of rehab lately, as he would frankly tell you himself. Debatable as the chic of drug abuse
blue-chip-artist-of-the-moment John Currin and his wife, Rachel Feinstein; or the actor Heath Ledger; or the personality Victoria Beckham, as shiny and expressionless as a inflatable doll; or the R.E.M. frontman Michael Stipe; or Debbie Harry,
John Currin and John Reinhold.
Why is Marc cool? I have no idea,” Lady Bunny, the D.J. drag queen whose signature hairdo is a platinum blond Niagara, said Monday night, in the long hours (two plus) before the Jacobs show began.
“Honey, I don’t know anything about fashion,” said the drag personality, who was born Jon Ingle an implausible 45 years ago and who actually sits on a fashion panel charged with judging style bloopers for Star magazine.
“I’m just his dealer and I have to get backstage,” Lady Bunny said then, adding quickly that he was just making a joke: “Ha ha ha.”
But, of course, the wisecrack was so inside, it played to the Jacobs mystique. Few of the more than 1,000 people who made it onto the guest list would be unaware that Mr. Jacobs has been in and out of rehab lately, as he would frankly tell you himself. Debatable as the chic of drug abuse may be, it’s hard to dispute that the theater of celebrity substance abuse is having a fashion moment. And that, too, is part of what makes the front row of a Marc Jacobs show a snapshot of where, at any particular time, as a culture, we find ourselves.
I’ve only gone to one other fashion show and they paid me,” said the occupationally various Courtney Love, referring to the commonplace practice of packing front rows with rented celebrities. “I never got involved with that other stuff — ‘Oh, Tom Ford wants to make you pancakes.’ ”
“I come to Marc because he stuck with me when I thought all I had was $2,800 in the bank,” she said. “Even though it turned out I had eight million I didn’t know I had.”
She also comes because he asks her, of course, and because in the past he has sent her free clothes to wear to court. “I couldn’t show up in them, of course — too cute and fashion-forward,” Ms. Love said. For court dates, it is rarely helpful to be seen in a conical velvet party hat and a transparent crepe shirtdress over a satin bra. “You’re going to get a lot of damn community service if you don’t look makeup-less and contrite,” she said.