not going to lie, guys.  i am so conflicted about this.  i am extremely disturbed by the comments john galliano made.  no duh. 

but i love his work so much.  i’ve got dior couture runway images on my desktop set to change every minute so i can enjoy as much of it as possible.  

but.  what appalling thoughts and behaviour. 

the man was my hero.  like.  literally, there was not a designer in the world, past or present, who i admired—loved, even—more.  one of my friends in my fashion program used to exclusively refer to galliano as “your boy.”  as in, “hey dorothy, did you see your boy’s new collection?”  and we all knew who he was referring to.  my love of john galliano was just a fact that everyone close to me knew. 

and now. 

how appalling. 

the past 12 months have been extraordinarily hard on my favourite designers.  christian lacroix had his house shut down.  alexander mcqueen killed himself.  and now john galliano turns out to be a reprehensible human being. 

seriously, you guys, if you had asked me to name my top 3 designers, that would have been my list. 

is my love a curse?  i guess if i can’t stand you, lucky you.  awesome things are in store for you.  my sincerest apologies to everyone i love.  i’d stop, but you’re all just so wonderful. forgive me for the disasters that await you in the near future. 

[hey look, i win at the game of making things about myself!  i’m awesome at it.]

i feel so disappointed.  and heartbroken.  i expect better from someone in possession of such obvious genius.  and talent.  and like, the best fucking job in the world.  [the last one he doesn’t possess any longer.]  you were the creative director for the most impressive couture house in the world, sir.  not to mention the ready-to-wear collection and the collection under your name.  i want to punch you repeatedly for throwing it away. 

i would have loved you forever, mr. galliano. 

forever. 

but you just went and broke my heart instead. 

fuck you, dude.