Bryanboy Loves Marc Jacobs. For realz and fer shur.
Anyone who says Marc Jacobs is *always* late should be flogged because my birthday present arrived a month and a half early, delivered straight to my inbox. Fedex? What Fedex? Electroshock therapy much? From the runways of New York City direct to my humble bedroom in the third world, I present you this:
Oprah’s Wildest Dreams is dat chu? Oprah’s Angel Network is dat chu? It’s always nice to put a face to someone’s voice…
Click click click for MOAR!
Unbelievable, right? My email inbox exploded earlier this morning. I was gonna write an entry earlier but I need a clear mind.
Yesterday was Marc’s Marc by Marc Jacobs fall/winter 2008-2009 fashion show in NYC.
While waiting, I sent a note to Marc after the show to greet him and say I can’t wait to see his collection. You know how runway photos arrive a few hours online after the show, right? Well, it’s the most stressful time of the year and I didn’t want to send unnecessary junk. It’s insane that he replied a few minutes later (being the busy individual he is)… and told me he made a sign and did a special pic for me. That and he’s about to tape the Rachel Zoe show.
Within minutes, the email arrived from no less than JD himself. As you guys know, he is V Magazine’s resident backstage princess. He always takes the most beautiful, salivating photographs. When he sent me these pictures, I burst into tears and died. I’ve known him FOREVER and this is possibly the most grandiose thing I’ve ever received from anyone (well that and the gift of life from my mother’s ass but whatevs).
ANYHOO. It was just crazy. Crazy y’all! I mean, we would often have these long chats about everything under the sun and one of the first things I told him was that there are so many people out there in the world who are dying to witness first-hand the energy, creativity, the buzz and the magic of the shows because they’re obsessed about fashion but the most they could do is play voyeur in their bedrooms late at night… and I’m one of those people. That’s why I sorta kinda cried when I opened the email — I got my own little piece of fashion action delivered to me. I hope that gives you a better understanding of where I’m coming from and I didn’t shed tears because I’m crazy.
Whatevs. Hoaly Oprah’s Wildest Dreams batman indeed.
Enough blather from me. and feast your eyes on this.
America’s (and one of the world’s) most influential fashion designer takes the time backstage to work his magic.
I am so honored!!!
Miss Marc also wrote "I DID WRITE IT!" because Miss JD mentioned there are a few folk who were giving me a rough time. LOL!!! It’s true though… in fact, there was a big party once here in my neck of the woods not too long ago and people were talking, tongues were wagging etc. Lots of folk thought I have lost my mind for inventing things – it’s perfectly alright and I do understand where they were coming from. Seriously, what are the chances of a fantastic thing like this happpen to someone from the third world? Almost slim to none, right? And silly old me of all people. Heck, even my own mother thought it was bollocks (and that speaks volumes haha) well guess what… she gave me a hug today when I showed her and told me I’m special. How’s that for
someone (like me) with a face only a mother can love? Well… it is what it is! Woohoo!
To be quite honest, I don’t think anything can top this (though never say never)… not a new bag, not a new pair of shoes, not even a quick photo op beside Marc himself. The fact that he took super precious time backstage, right in the midst of all that chaos in his Marc by Marc Jacobs fashion show to handwrite a message for me in a piece of paper and for JD to capture that precious moment is amazing!
The best things in life are free indeed but do you wanna know what’s even better? It’s to dream and have people halfway around the world realize that dream. It really is a beautiful, priceless feeling inside, you know? I hope I get to do that one day to other people in my own little ways. Spread the love around, that sort of thing.
Thank you, thank you thank you Marc and JD!
My pussy is permanently scarred for life. Now all I need to do is find a gorgeous guy to procreate with me because clearly I owe you guys my first-born child.
This calls for a celebration. Cecile Zamora Van Stratosphere we’re going to Elbert’s Steak Room and devour some prime steak stat! Medium rare!
I love you all! Email me and tell me you love me. My email address is firstname.lastname@example.org.
PS. Marc, my friend Cecile says hi. She says she loves you more than I do (in her words: "I loved him first!") but that’s because I’m only 17 years old (don’t let ANYONE think otherwise) and she’s, like, 25. JK.