I returned to DC several days ago, just in time for the heat wave blasting straight from Hades itself. I wasn’t off exploring a faraway, exotic locale. No, I drove to the Philly ‘burbs for a pathetically short visit to my mom’s house to celebrate her 70th birthday. I figured this trip would also be the perfect opportunity to flip through old photo albums and reminisce. And I packed my scanner so I could capture some choice images for this blog. Here’s one from 1981:
Don’t ask me what I’m doing with my eyes, or why I’m just standing there in our old family room with my mom’s overflowing collection of African violets in the background. (And is this the exact color palette of the Brady Bunch series or what?) Instead, take note of how Marc by Marc Jacobs my outfit is! Now the designer has taken some knocks lately with critics declaring that his brand has lost its cool cachet and any semblance of consistency. But I still appreciate his quirky yet accessible clothes, most of which are sadly out of my price range without the help of a killer sale. So in honor of MJ, here are two updated interpretations of my original childhood outfit:
Option #1) Marc by Marc Jacobs Meredith sweater dress
I think I’m always initially surprised—and then not surprised at all—that everything in fashion eventually comes full circle. What’s especially inspiring for me, though, is observing how women put their own spin on a runway look. There are a million ways to make Marc your own. Cheers!