Pret-a-Reporter

Marc Jacobs Unleashes Wrath and Prayers on New York Post Reporter

AP Images/Invision
Marc Jacobs

"You're a sick woman. … I do feel sorry for you. Please know you are in my prayers."

Yesterday, the New York Post painted a rather unsavory picture of Marc Jacobs in a lengthy profile written by Maureen Callahan — and the designer was not amused. 

Read more Kate Middleton Joins 'Spectre' Stars On the Red Carpet

With allegations of orgies, a drug addiction and other "bizarre behavior," the story illustrated the life of a failed designer whose fashion empire, once great, was splitting at the seams — at which Jacobs scoffed, "LOL." 

In an open letter to the reporter, Jacobs verbally annihilated Callahan with scathing rhetoric. "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." 

Read more Diane Kruger Is Always Best Dressed, But She Doesn't Really Notice

Jacobs goes on to express his pity for Callahan, adding, "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." 

In addition to the open letter, the 52-year-old also parodied his "wild" sex life, which was the subject of another Instagram snafu earlier this year after Jacobs posted a nude selfie with the caption, "it's yours to try." Though he admitted his mistake, the designer refused to explain away or downplay his sex drive, even selling humorous commemorative tees emblazoned with the now-infamous caption.

We think it's safe to say that the man who was once anti-social media has certainly made the best use of his account. 

Read the full open letter below.

 

A photo posted by Marc Jacobs (@themarcjacobs) on

 

 

A photo posted by Marc Jacobs (@themarcjacobs) on

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?

comments powered by Disqus