Wasabbiiiiiiii, mothalovahs!!!!??? Oh my YSLCCMQ (the holy trinity that is Yves Saint Laurent, Coco Chanel, & McQueen, duh!) have I completely sucked a big one at blogging. With ho-ing myself out to classes and then becoming a slave at work (yes, I got one of those!! Whaaa??) day in and day out, I've had quite the hectic semester. When I do have some free time you'll either find me stuffing my face with some kind of glorious burrito/tacos/chimichangas/alloftheabove or giving my
drunken best rendition of "Benny and the Jets" at some dive bar at the beach. Yeah, blogging hasn't been on my mind. Hey, would you rather me lie to you or own up to my bitchassness? Haha. BUT, I have been tweeting daily though (I know, how does that make sense???), so just incase I go on a bender again get your stalker-self over to my twitter @AnEclecticMind to see what I'm up to.
Anyway... so a lot has gone down since I've been on the bro stroll but the only thing that has me crying at night in horror has been...
When I first heard of Galliano's Mel Gibson escapades in Paris, I was shocked and about to fly over there and slap the peasantry out of the accusers for saying such a thing about my favorite real life pirate. Galliano? Anti-semetic? No chance. But as soon as I had finished my "Moses hearts Galliano" t-shirt, The Sun got ahold of a video (click to view) and a gaze of "Oh, hell to the naaah! Galliano, whyyyyy!!??" came over my face. This is what he so biligerently but clearly said:
"But I love Hitler. People like you would be dead. Your mothers, your forefathers, would all be fucking gassed. You're ugly."
My level of disappointment and disgust was worse than when I saw a man wearing overalls, a fannypack, and crocs at the same time! Horrendous! But seriously, it was just a very big let down to know that a person of such creative genius and designing greatness would carry such views. Taken that he was drunk, it still is no excuse to say such nauseating remarks EVER. I'm still in disbelief and I've become torn as to what to think of his work; a part of me can't deny how otherworldly talented he is as a designer and how his collections have enthralled me time and time again and then a huge part of me feels McDirty by supporting him. So that's my question, can/should you seperate the art from the person? Business versus personal? But how can you respect and love one and hate the other? It truly is quite a predicament. I'm also disappointed that we wont be able to see his creations for quite a long time. I'm positive this will blow over but not anytime soon. It's just a sad and unfortunate situation for fashion and just humanity in general. Au revoir, Galliano. For now.
Btw, how'd ya like my lil photo editing skills? Haha.
images via wenn.com, vanity fair, the googles
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