I N D U LGE , B A BY
“First, let me say that fragrance is personal. Anybody of any age or demeanour could wear this,” Buzantian ascertained. This fragrance is indeed a flight from the previous Marc Jacobs scents – it is nothing like the best-selling neophyte favourite, Daisy, and neither is it close to the quirky Lola. “That being said, I see her as a woman who is ageless in a way. She has a cultural sophistication with an interest in fashion, but not addicted to it. And of course, she has her finger on the pulse.”
To sum up: “Sultry, luxurious, indulgent,” she counted out on her bejewelled fingers before she was pulled away by another tide of journalists. “Marc Jacobs is the epitome of chic with an effortlessly confident vibe. He is able to achieve a luxury that still has substance. His work and his brand are infused with an authenticity and rebelliousness that ultimately creates luxury with an edge. This is a fragrance that exudes all of that, in a very Marc way.”
THE S HOW MUS T GO ON
As the curtains lifted, Jamie Bochert serenaded the crowd with two immensely heart-wrenching numbers. Following up on that, in a truly Jacobs, whimsical way, was a short stint by Drew Droege of Chloë Sevigny, who blew up to celebrity fame with his parody videos of said actress back in 2010.
After that, model Adriana Lima took to the stage and Neville played assistant to Gregory Dubin in a show of splicing up the Victoria’s-SecretAngel-turned-magician’s-assistant in a box. Of course, she was put back together quite nicely, her envious hourglass figure all very much intact. The night ended with her smokey voice announcing, “My day starts at my house in Miami with my family,” she said. “Sometimes, it’s even doing my job, when it’s a shoot like one with Marc Jacobs and Steven Meisel.” The image that would run as a campaign for Decadence appeared on the screen.
THE N I GHT HAS
What is your favourite and least
favourite smell? MJ: My favourite is probably the smell of puppies. A friend of mine just got a dog, and I said, “Enjoy her while she’s a puppy because that smell goes away.” As for my
least favourite, I don’t like the smell of gasoline or those markers that are so harsh
it feels like you could get high off them.
J US T B EGUN
10.30pm. I stepped out of the mystical wonderland with Jamie Bochert’s haunting voice still resonating in my ears, and the scent still wrapped around me. My walk back to the hotel felt different from my walk to Jacobs’ party. Decadence, after all, goes skin deep. As I walked, I remembered Jacobs saying, “A girl chooses to be decadent – she is not just decadent.” That stopped me in my tracks at a T-junction, and there I stood, breathing in the nocturnal scent of possibility. A night of decadence was beckoning.