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Marc Jacobs and his alleged husband Lorenzo Martone of almost 6 months (the couple were reportedly wed back in July) have joined the cool kids partying in St. Bart’s this week as they were seen canoodling in the water and out on the beach yesterday afternoon … behold:

You gotta love the man-on-man action down in St. Bart’s to wrap up the year. As I watch the snow flurries whip thru the air here in NYC, those sunny beaches down in the Caribbean are lookin’ mighty fine. With a hunk of a hubby like Lorenzo, I don’t blame Marc for gettin’ his freak on whenever the moment feels right.

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Fashion Designer Marc Jacobs is appearing completely nekkid in new promo photos to celebrate the release of the new Stephen Sprouse book and exhibition that takes a look back at the late designer’s hugely successful collaboration with Louis Vuitton eight years ago. Here is one of the new Marc Jacobs promo pics (with only a Sprouse embellished LV carryall bag to protect his manhood) and some info on the original Jacobs/Sprouse collabo:

October 2008. Marc Jacobs is in a photo studio in downtown New York, stripped down to a tiny pair of American Apparel underpants while his naked legs are silk-screened with the words LOUIS VUITTON in fuchsia paint. He’s trying to decide if a cigarette would make him feel less self-conscious, in spite of the fact that he’s wearing a nicotine patch — and in spite of his new fabulously healthy and trim physique, decorated with and celebrated by loads of tattoos, including one of Elizabeth Taylor’s visage on his back. The lettering is poppy and familiar. It’s the graffiti done by Stephen Sprouse as part of the duo’s collaboration for the French house eight years ago. This time the graffiti is blindingly bright: neon pink. Stephen Sprouse died in 2004 at the too-young age of 50. “It’s an homage,” Jacobs says of the new collection, which features clothing, bags, and other accessories. It’s a limited release, timed to coincide with the opening of a Sprouse retrospective at Deitch Projects this month in New York and the publication of Rizzoli’s The Stephen Sprouse Book. “Stephen was one of the first people to deliberately eliminate the boundaries between fashion, art, music, and design,” says gallerist Jeffrey Deitch. It was Deitch who approached Jacobs and Vuitton with the idea for the collection. “And product,” he says, “is a great way to get a message across.” The story of Marc Jacobs, Stephen Sprouse, and Louis Vuitton began in the late ’90s, when Jacobs found himself thinking about Marcel Duchamp, the French artist who once sullied an image of the Mona Lisa with a funny little beard and mustache and called it L.H.O.O.Q., which, if you say the letters fast in French, roughly translates to “she has a hot ass.” “It’s about taking something that’s very iconic and revered and defacing it and creating something new, somewhat rebellious, and kind of punk,” Jacobs explains. “Cut from Marcel Duchamp to me going to see Charlotte Gainsbourg’s apartment,” he continues. “She had, by the side of her bed, a Louis Vuitton trunk that had been painted black by her father, and the Monogram was sort of peeking through.” Suddenly it was very clear what Jacobs needed to do. He needed to deface the revered and iconic Monogram canvas, and he needed to do it in a way that was modern enough to attract a new customer to the big old French brand. To do this, he reasoned, he needed Stephen Sprouse. Sprouse was one of the first high-fashion designers in the ’80s to make clothes that were painstakingly constructed, as well as hip and young and cool. A mantle, perhaps, inherited by Jacobs himself? “God, I can’t say that,” Jacobs says, still clearly in awe of his late friend. “I mean, you could say that, but I never could.” The parallels are difficult to ignore: “He had this desire to take what he saw in the streets and elevate it,” Jacobs says of Sprouse. “He was using all this stuff that was so costly, really beautiful materials, and he was doing it all so beautifully. There are so many people who try to affect a street style, but it doesn’t have the integrity. Stephen’s work was so stylistic, and it had street cred. You can’t calculate that. You have it or you don’t, and Stephen did.” It took some time for Jacobs to convince the Vuitton powers that be that scrawling all over their time-tested bags was a good idea, but Vuitton did, eventually, come around, and Sprouse came to Paris. The rest, of course, is It-bag history. “They thought the bags would be for the show,” Jacobs says, “or for editorial.” But as names on wait lists piled up, the bags were produced. And Jacobs was a genius. Vuitton did reach a new customer — $300 million worth of them, Jacobs has said — and has continued to do so through similar partnerships with artists like Takashi Murakami and Richard Prince. Each of these bags has been a triumph. They have been shown — and sold! — in fine-art museums. Jacobs doesn’t live in a vacuum: He knows that these luxurious, spirited bags will hit the market at a touchy economic time for conspicuous consumption. But he shakes it off. “Retail therapy,” he says, offering his leg up to the silk-screen artist. “It seems to work. It’s not the longest-lasting therapy in the world, but it does its job. I’m not pretending to cure the nation’s economy, but we do what we do, and if people enjoy it, even better.”

While I didn’t really love the Sprouse LV bags and accessories the first time around, I gotta admit that I really like the new neon-colored collection:

As a child of the 80′s, I will always have a soft spot in my heart for the day-glo prettiness of neon colors. Unfortch, tho, I thought that the neon craze was already over. That being said, I’m pretty sure that Louis Vuitton will have *no problem* selling these expensive accessories no matter what the economic climate is. And Marc Jacobs is gonna do everything he can to help sales … including using his nekkid body. After the jump, check out another more NSFWish photo of Marc Jacobs nekkid — this time without the bag to cover his naughty bits …

Madonna brought out all the celebs in the vicinity of Manhattan Island to the premiere of her new film Filth & Wisdom which took place at the Landmark Sunshine Theater in New York, NY last night (it looks like Lindsay Lohan ditched the tore up leggings that she wore to the in-store launch of her 6126 leggings line earlier in the evening for this premiere event). You may recall that Maddy first screened her film back in February at the Berlin Film Festival but there has been nary a peep said about the film … until now. Here are a few pics from the red carpet arrivals at last night’s premiere of Filth & Wisdom:

When Filth & Wisdom was screened in Berlin earlier this year it was reported that the film would not be released in traditional movie theaters and would, instead, be released via “new media” (ie. online only). I’m not sure if that is still the plan but it might be the wiser course of action should Madonna want to avoid getting skewered by the traditional movie review press … or by the movie-going audience as a whole (the film has not been getting good reviews from the handful of folks who have seen it already). Why Madonna continues to make movies is beyond me … at least she doesn’t star in this one, that should be a plus, yes?

On the fashion tip, Madge gets points for her interesting footwear. I’m not a gun fan but her heels are kinda hot. Lindsay loses major points for going out in public with her un-spray-tanned feet. If you’re gonna fake your tan, Linds, you should make sure that you fake tan your whole entire body in order to avoid embarrassing moments like this one. Jessica Alba, Cash Warren and Marc Jacobs looked pretty standard and Chace Crawford looked pretty dressed up at last night’s event. I much prefer his boyish casual dress to this overly primped look. Oh, who am I kidding … the guy is a stunner no matter how he’s dressed. Soo … having heard all the buzz about Filth & Wisdom — any takers?

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Here are a few pics of Marc Jacobs enjoying an NYC stroll with his hunky husband Lorezno Martone this weekend in Manhattan. You may recall that Marc and Lorenzo reportedly got themselves hitched in Paris, France back in July (tho the legalities of that marriage have yet to be absolutely confirmed). Ever the fashionista, Marc Jacobs was spotted rockin’ one of his fave man skirts paired with a very hefty looking Hermès manbag … not to mention his hunky husband Lorenzo:

Married or not, Marc and Lorenzo make a pretty hot couple. Actually, Lorenzo has enough hotness all on his own for the both of them but, that’s beside the point. We all know that Marc has a fondness for pretty accessories (like his massive Hermès bag) but even the hottest accessories go out of style eventually. It remains to be seen if Lorenzo will still be in vogue with Marc by the time the new season of hot trophy boyfriends/husbands come out but I wouldn’t be surprised if Marc ended up hanging on to this one for quite some time.

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Here are a few pics of besties Vicki B. and designer Marc Jacobs making their way to B. Bar Grill Cafe after they dined together at the Waverly Inn in NYC last night. Clearly, VB was still very happy to show off her newly unveiled pixie haircut and Marc was all about his new purple skirt:

Pink reader James emailed me last night that he ran into VB as she made her grand arrival at B. Bar last night with her “gaggle of gays” tho I’m not sure if that included Marc Jacobs or not. In any event, it’s clear that VB and MJ have been spending quite a lot of time together. Don’t they make a supercute couple, these two? I think it’d be totally fetch if they dumped their respective husbands and ran away together … then David Beckham would be free and single. I’m just thinking out loud here … pay me no mind. I think I’ve decided that I like VB‘s haircut. I’m not really all about men in skirts. You?

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Made in Brazil blog is reporting that Marc Jacobs was secretly wed to his new boyfriend of 15 mins. Lorenzo Martone in Jacobs‘s Parisian apartment over the weekend … here is the full blog report:

I am not sure, but my sources tell me that the designer and his Brazilian beau Lorenzo Martone did host a brunch yesterday at Mr. Jacobs’ Paris apartment to celebrate their union. Martone will remain living in New York, while Jacobs will keep on splitting his time between New York and Paris. They are supposedly off to Ibiza for a little vacation together.

I suppose a tentative Congrats! are in order just in case (you never know with these sorts of things). My French friends Steph and Alek tell me that they aren’t convinced that the nuptials are legal since neither Jacobs or Martone are French citizens … their domestic partnership may not be valid. But, in any event, they seem committed to one another … for now. In any event, Mazel Tov!

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