In 2009, I told MrB that I didn’t care if I never went to another fashion show except for those of my personal friends … and, of course, those of Alexander McQueen, John Galliano and Karl Lagerfeld. I had to see those three. Hmmm. An evil fairy must have put a curse on that statement. Suddenly, I fear for Karl’s well-being! Thankfully, Lagerfeld responded sanely to LVMH’s swift dismissal of Galliano as designer of Christian Dior in the wake of Galliano’s “I love Hitler” video. In WWD, Karl says, in part:
“The image has gone around the world. It’s a horrible image for fashion, because they think that every designer and everything in fashion is like this. … The thing is, we are a business world where, especially today, with the Internet, one has to be more careful than ever, especially if you are a publicly known person. You cannot go in the street and be drunk — there are things you cannot do.”
I also applaud new Oscar winner and Miss Dior Cherie spokeswoman Natalie Portman’s strong statement of revulsion. I much prefer her response to those of people who would blame the messenger or compare Galliano’s unfunny drunk tirade to the highlarious song “Springtime for Hitler” from The Producers.
I do believe the many people who say that they’ve never heard an anti-Semitic peep from Galliano until now. He probably never got drunk enough around them to reveal that part of himself. Veteran fashion writer Suzy Menkes quotes Victoire de Castellane, Dior’s jewelry designer, as saying, “It’s terrible and pathetic at the same time. I never knew that he had such thoughts in him. Or that he so needed help.” It reminds me of what people say about Mel Gibson in this recent Vanity Fair story on Gibson’s hateful statements and alcohol abuse. Still, according to WWD’s executive editor Bridget Foley, it was known in-house that Galliano’s drinking was out of control. “He was encouraged, and refused, to get help,” she says. Well, he’ll have plenty of time to explore rehab options now.
Last year, gorgeous blogger Liz of It’s Unbeweavable, asked me to name my favorite fashion show. I said that I wished I could get in a time machine and attend Galliano’s Spring 1995 show.
I’ll never be able to see images from that show again without remembering Galliano’s fuckery. Maybe he was an anti-Semitic asshat back then, too, but at least we didn’t know it. As many people have said, “Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt.”