Marc by Marc Jacobs Into The Wild Standard Supply Mabel Tote
Oh, Marc! Je t’adore! Truly. But dahling! What is this… thing… that you’ve inflicted upon us? It hurts my eyes, it hurts my heart, it offends my very being! Is it supposed to be leopard print? You must have a chat-chat with your textiles designer immediately. Yes, times are tough in this stalled economy but Marc! LOOK at the poor imitation of leopard that resulted! No, no, on second thought, don’t look — you’ll risk injury! It’s hideous, take my word for it. Colors are missing, shapes are distorted, hues are completely off. And paired with your black and white block print lining — my my! It’s practically psychedelic, and not even in a good way. And then, to add insult to injury, your name was distastefully scrawled in a leaf green and stamped onto the handles of this monstrosity! And the shape! Is it a bucket? Is it a tote?


