Presented as a wild combination of dance, choreographed by Karole Armitage, and fashion show, it was too much to take in the best possible way. It expanded your mind. The dancers’ gestures were violent, graceful, and powerfully expressive of undiluted emotional states that felt summoned from the depths of the human psyche. It’s impossible to put into words. The models, including Miley Cyrus, walked through the chaos, everyone clad in Jacobs’ signatures through the decades and more, i.e. sequined shift dresses, crewnecks and cigarette pants, matching pastel jackets and tights, the occasional East Village Chick coat and hat, and his beloved A line. There was glamour, minimalism, maximalism, nostalgia, comfort, and casualness. Day time. Nighttime. Stuff for reality. Stuff that exist only in most people’s dreams. Being there to see it live was like winning a golden ticket. There is no substitute, but I can’t stop looking at it on Instagram and online again and again. I’ve seen something new every time.