Marni on Me

I have wanted this sweater for over a year. I probably have it saved ten times on various resale platforms and check for it religiously. One day on the Upper East Side I was lured into the Marni store and made the fatal mistake of trying it on in a few of its rainbow of colorways.

Me in the Marni Dressing Room

It’s loud in the exact way I want to be loud. It’s bold in the exact way I want it to be bold. Its retail price is $890 in the exact way I don’t want its retail price to be $890. In my eyes, there is no alternative to it. After feeling it, wearing it, and living in it for a few fleeting minutes inside the Marni dressing room I have been all but underwhelmed when it comes to both striped sweaters, mohair sweaters, and striped mohair sweaters. I am utterly lost. I won’t stop trying, but there seems to be no light at the end of the tunnel. The piece debuted in the Marni A/W 19 show and it feels just as relevant to me now as it did then. In the show, they are styled against pieces with equally bold patterns, colors, and textures; and even layered over with cardigans in the same pattern. It has the power to advance a look into the avant-garde, but it can also play a lead role amongst jeans and loafers which I am of course a fan of.

The person I consider to be the best dressed on the planet, Asap Nast, claims that this sweater ruined his life, but that he also loves it. It has ruined mine as well, and I also love it. As he posts in it from the first class bathroom while having the audacity to wear ostrich leather pants on a plane, I sit behind a phone screen envious. I am hopeful that one day I too will recline horizontally in the Delta One cabin on a cross-continental flight as a fashion icon clad in exotic textiles. Until that day comes, I’ll be here, daydreaming about mohair.

Asap Nast