Now, usually any time a bit of ephemera from a rock subculture is repurposed by a commercial venture or some fatuous Hollywood fashionista, I predictably light up like an apoplectic pinball machine and start spouting obscenities and declaring war. In this instance, however, I really don’t have a stake. I mean, put simply, I hate Marc Jacobs and Skrewdriver equally.
If you're not familiar with Skrewdriver's oeuvre, suffice to say they're a strenuously shouty gaggle of uber-conservative neo-nazis, responsible for such tuneful ditties as "Shove the Dove," "I Don't Like You" and -- wait for it -- "White Power." The Bay City Rollers they are not.
Of course, if I’m being kind, I could assume that Jacobs – who is Jewish and Gay, two things the not-particularly-enlightened members of Skrewdriver assuredly frown upon -– is making some sort of statement. By usurping a symbol held sacred by slackjawed bigots and making it your own arguably dismantles that particular symbol’s power.
But, honestly, did Marc Jacobs devote that much time to this? Or did he just think it was a cool image and not delve deeper into its meaning?