Men and Marant

AND WHY IT WILL NEVER

BECOME SOMETHING

I wrote here all the remarks of my husband about my biannual Isabel Marant purchases. “Did you score another Peruvian piece from Isabel Marant?” “Actually, it’s just a square piece of fabric with a hole in it.” He is right of course, but still, I must, want, and will buy them every time.

And I also receive compliments because we women, we understand Isabel particularly well. Despite my great love for my items, I do tend to lose something now and then. Chanel bag, Claes Iversen pumps, always my fountain pen, and now also for a while my Chanel sweater are gone fishing but I don’t know where.

I was delighted when Jet shouted in the group chat that she had found something of mine that I had been missing for a long time. What is it? What is it? I replied. Is it my Chanel sweater? My favorite bra with leopard print? Or those yellow pumps from Fendi? Just tell me!

“It’s your Isabel Marant cape, May.” Jet replied. No idea how it ended up with me, but I came across it when I was unpacking my moving boxes.”

She went on. “I think you should wash it, May.” What turned out? Her boyfriend had first thrown it in the trash but upon closer inspection, he looked at the fabric. He found it appealing so he plucked the (four hundred euro costing) piece of fabric out of the garbage. ‘Jet, I’m not throwing this away. This fabric is really perfect for polishing your shoes.‘

It’s a good thing that Isabel Marant has her own Jerome Dreyfuss because there are few men who really understand her very well.