1982. What a year! They read The Face. They watched E.T. and Tootsie. They dressed like—and danced to—Haircut One Hundred, Bow Wow Wow, and Bananarama. They were the generation of power-popping club kids whose pursuit of pleasure kick-started a decade of wholesale sybaritism. And here, three decades on, is fashion's arch historian Marc Jacobs offering a refresher course in what it was once like to have fun, with a show that was The Face pages brought to life.

There were pointers to '82 scattered all over the show notes. It was a game to track them. Was the "Dustin" of the dot shirt the Hoffman who co-starred in the "Tootsie" of the flower jumpsuit with the "Murray" of the white tank who might have been Bill? Was the "Drew" of the peplumed denim dress the Barrymore of E.T.? Might the "Annabella" of the satin shorts be the mighty Lwin of Bow Wow Wow? Oh, how you could go on, through the sequin-sprinkled "Belle Star" plaid skirt (whatever happened to them?) to the "Lennox" coat (as in Annie?). What all that conspiracy-theorizing added up to was that this was a much more lights-camera-action MxM show than usual. Definitely more fashion energy. Blame—or credit—The Face for that. The girls in their ethnic-y layering, their graphically clashing checks and stripes, their rag-tied heads and paper-bagged waists were really starting something. The male models in flat caps, stripes, flying shirttails, and cropped utility pants channeled the boyish charms of Haircut One Hundred's Nick Heyward. As Jacobs made clear with his signature show last night, he only looks back to look forward. He picked a particularly great moment from the past with this collection, because it was such a great time to be young. But aren't they all?