"On a wintry afternoon in December, a few days before Christmas,Marc Jacobs was sitting in the lobby of the Mercer hotel in downtown Manhattan, sipping an espresso and trying to slow the carousel of ideas, schemes, fantasies, and anxieties that is perpetually at spin inside his mind. He’d arrived from Paris two days earlier, and this was his second stay in New York since resigning as the creative director of Louis Vuitton, a decision he announced in October and one he made in order to focus on taking his own company public. While the fashion world was still digesting the news of his departure—making headlines is a skill Jacobs has honed as effectively as making clothes—the designer was too busy working on prints and fabrics for his upcoming fall collection to indulge in any grieving or nostalgia. “I got that out of my system in Paris,” he said, launching into one of the digression-heavy, vulnerability-exposing monologues that are his favored mode of communication. “I cleaned out my office six weeks ago. I said my goodbyes, I shed some tears, I was a little depressed and felt my feelings, you know? Now I’m here, and it’s time to feel something else, which, to be honest, at the moment is feeling creatively burnt out. But”—he clarified without pause—“I feel that all the time. Burnt out, inspired, scared, excited. Something I learned many shrinks ago is that it’s really all the same.”
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"After three hours, Jacobs’s attention had begun to wane. “I’m reaching the get-me-out-of-here point,” he announced, thinking more about strolling the beach with his dog than whether the leather could or should be more matte. “Are you sure you guys don’t want to continue this tomorrow out by the pool?” Teasingly, he turned toward a member of his design team. “I’m sure you can find a swimsuit. There’s an Hermès boutique on the island. And Vuitton, too!” Jacobs smiled. He was not yet content with the bags, but then again, he is never quite content with anything. “When I get back, we’ll work weekends, okay? When am I back, anyway?” He closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing his temples as a cigarette smoldered in the ashtray. “Is this the craziest time in my life?” Jacobs asked. “Yes, it is. But there’s always a reason why any given moment is the craziest moment in my life. That’s just how it is. Always a fresh hell. Which is fine. So long as it’s a fresh hell, and not the same old hell, you know?” With that, he smiled, his shoulders loosening. “The same old hell, now that would just be boring.”
Although Amsden jumped right into the main reason for the profile (Jacobs leaving his post as Creative Director at Louis Vuitton), he set up the profile with great quotes given by Jacobs that opened up a lot to cover in regards to his upcoming collection, his feelings on his departure form the LMVH house, and the feelings both good and bad, that have gotten him this far in life.
In the closing paragraph, Jacobs is at a meeting for the designs of his new handbags. Amsden did not do much analysis himself, but simply used great quotes from Jacobs himself to wrap up the article. I particularly like the last bit, "Always a fresh hell. Which is fine. So long as it’s a fresh hell, and not the same old hell, you know?” Giving the reader an idea of how stinging the design and rebranding process is, but how worthwhile it can be.
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