I ended the most stressful New York Fashion Week (having my bag stolen and being stranded without ID and money accounted for most of the stress!) on a high note, literally. With the high-pitched sound of a pinging bell, to be exact. And another. With each chilling ping, I was blissfully liberated from the tribulations of the week and pulled further into Marc Jacobs’ beautifully haunting, Tim Burton-esque world, with odes to Beetlejuice and Corpse Bride alike. Marc usually puts on a grand show: One season it was life-sized pink Barbie houses, another warranted a world premiere at the famed Ziegfeld Theater. Marc is, if nothing else, the greatest showman on earth. But he is much, much more, like one of the most creative and talented designers on the planet.