But this relationship is getting strained. I always thought my fashion lover was a giver. He gave me so many beautiful prints and brightly colored and a reason to go into department stores. Now I find that he's a taker. The newly tattooed and tanned (well, the makeover is hardly new) Marc seems more like a real estate mogul than a fashion designer. His takeover of Bleecker street on the west side at first was a laughable little New York trend piece. Now it's getting personal.Biography bookshop, the bookstore on the corner of Bleecker before the park has been a staple for many book lovers, especially because of their sale tables outside, perfect for browsing on a walk home from brunch at Westville. The store is now moving so Marc Jacobs can open another outpost (since he's the only person that can afford that real estate). The store owners are moving a few blocks away and rebranding as Book Book, a far less adorable name. Now I'm all for boutiques full of cute clothes, but there are already 3-4 Marc stores on Bleecker, including the cheap accessories line (think canvas totes for $10 and fake leather wallets with his name emblazoned on everything) that has a line around the corner that rivals Magnolia bakery on a Saturday afternoon (blech to both).
So Marc, please, help me help our relationship. It seems you've got your runway shows and store collections back on track design-wise, and you've cleaned up your life and have a great relationship with your gorgeous Brazilian boyfriend (husband?). Now just leave my beloved independent stores alone. There is so much retail space in Manhattan, why not branch out? You can make it up to me by saving Left Bank Books.










