So, the New York Post wrote a story entitled What’s Wrong With Marc Jacobs? a piece that hinted at “business struggles” and “bizarre behavior” on the designer’s part. Then yesterday, they ran another story, about his alleged “wild, 10-person orgy” held at his home. He took exception with that. NOT that it happened, but with the adjective “wild. He said;
“Wild??? I’d say ‘MILD'”. And to whichever guest benefitted from calling this misinformation into the Post, I only wish you good health, happiness, and a long life to enjoy taking advantage of the kindness of strangers and talking shit about others. #reallyqueen?”
Well, I didn’t know that this was happening, but I myself DO occasionally go on Grindr to look around and Jacobs is my neighbor, so I did happen to see his Grindr pic with a green light on. He’s been very open about using the app, and there is NO shame –that is, unless you are cheating. So, good for him. It’s just sex.
The REAL scandal is his response to the writer of the first piece, Maureen Callahan — who is also the author of the book Champagne Supernovas, about Jacobs, Kate Moss, and Alexander McQueen — in a very lengthy (faux-concerned) Instagram comment. (The Post reached out to Callahan, who had no comment.)
An open letter to MAUREEN CALLAHAN
“Girl, I think I understand your pain. You’re a sick woman. It must be such a sad, unfulfilling and lonely existence to get paid for “writing” (I use the term loosely) an article put together from out of context information “written” by other journalists over a period of time, for different periodicals, in different countries. I can’t even imagine your suffering having made a life and name working for what has to be the worlds worst, trashiest, and most irresponsible of “newspapers” (LOL)! I can imagine the powerful and fulfilling feeling you must feel with each piece you “write” that helps yourself and your readers feel better about their lives by putting down others who are so fortunate as to have been blessed with a genuine passion for creation. Those creative individuals who like everyone else has feelings, a sexual appetite, “issues”, character defects, and professional ups and downs. If you were a real writer and not the parasite feeding off of the successes and failures of others I wouldn’t bother writing my thoughts here. I do feel sorry for you. Please know you are in my prayers. I hope you will someday find something, somewhere that gives you pleasure…and not at another’s expense. Should that moment happen for you, please don’t thank me. I only wish the best for everyone. Even you. Sincerely and disrespectfully, Marc (Jacobs). #lethimwhoiswithoutsincastthefirststone #youwannacomeforme?”
Read to filth. The library is CLOSED. Ouch.
(Photos, Instagram; via New York)
