Marc Jacobs has been no stranger to negative press over the course of his career. Recently, though, it seems as though the media has it out for the once-wunderkind fashion designer. In particular, the New York Post has seemingly been having a little too much fun painting Jacobs in a none too flattering light--on Saturday, they published Maureen Callahan's smear piece What’s wrong with Marc Jacobs? Mystery of business struggles, bizarre behavior, which relied heavily on recycled bits of old articles to highlight Jacobs' history of addiction, critical denouncement, and business blunders, and imply that history was repeating itself for the former Louis Vuitton creative director. Then there was Sunday's Page Six piece, in which an insider gave lurid details of an alleged 10-person orgy of twenty-somethings selected via Grindr and hosted by Jacobs.
Never one to play coy about his sexual escapades, Jacobs responded to the orgy exposé with his trademark mix of candor and humor via Instagram, writing, "Wild? I'd say 'mild'," and wishing the blabbermouth guest "good health, happiness, and a long life to enjoy taking advantage of the kindness of strangers and talking shit about others."
Jacobs took far less kindly to Callahan's takedown, however. In another Instagram post, he penned a scathing open letter to the journalist, before linking to a far more sensitive piece about himself published to another blog.
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)
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