{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"cirque du soleil &#124; marc jacobs ss 2010 &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"EkM7aTRmA4\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/cirque-du-soleil\/\">cirque du soleil &#124; marc jacobs ss 2010<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/cirque-du-soleil\/embed\/#?secret=EkM7aTRmA4\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;cirque du soleil &#124; marc jacobs ss 2010&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"EkM7aTRmA4\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"{Do listen to Christina Aguilera&#8217;s &#8220;(Welcome) Enter the Circus&#8221; in the background; it is quite instrumental (no pun intended) in enhancing your reading of this particular post.} { marc jacobs, spring\/summer 2010 } {click; the music is quite instrumental (no pun intended) to the reading of this particular post:\u00a0Enter the Circus | Christina Aguilera } I&#8217;ve never been a massive fan of Marc Jacobs shows. Or even a fan at all, however blasphemous the very statement must be to the high-and-mighty fashion world and blogosphere we all adoringly look up to. Bi-annually, during Fashion Week, I would skim over his runway presentations. Quirky and quaint were never quite the adjectives I were attracted to, quite honestly. The pieces, individually, were quite beautiful and humorous &#8211; blouse or short would seamlessly integrate itself into any wardrobe, a new bag making a lovely spring statement piece hung across the shoulders or clutched in the hand. Yet the show, however big it was in the industry, never quite cut it for me. I&#8217;m a fan of Marc Jacobs himself, and his designs. But the \u00a0s t y l i n g \u00a0of the shows never showcased the clothes to their true potential until&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/lacouturiernyc.files.wordpress.com\/2010\/01\/marcjacobsss10.jpg"}