OK, not that I really care, but, honestly, I just don’t get any of this.
As you may recall, the vaunted fashion weirdo John Galliano was video-cammed in a French restaurant a few months ago, drunk off his ass, starting a nasty anti-Semitic argument with some other patrons, declaring “I love Hitler” and using a variety of slurs against their heritage, shoes, and eyebrows. (I am not making this up.) He was immediately canned by the clothing company that employed him, and of course issued the usual non-apology apologies.
However, this kind of thing is not just scandalous but illegal in France, which has kind of a touchy relationship with the issue of anti-Semitism and a lot of history to make up for. As in some other formerly Nazi-occupied countries, there are now laws prohibiting anti-Semitism or defamation of religious or ethnic heritage. So Galliano, already in disgrace, is now facing charges. He appeared in court the other day, apparently pretty shaken up, claiming he can’t remember anything about the incident because he was such a massive druggie at the time. But Galliano’s personal troubles are not what concerns me.
There are real free-speech issues involved in these anti-anti-Semitism laws (right-wing Dutch asshole Geert Wilders was acquited just yesterday on similar charges in that country, regarding his openly racist attacks on Muslims, and now all the wrong people are cheering his right to be a creep), but you can understand where they come from, and that’s also not the issue I wanted to raise.
My issue is this:
This guy is a fashion designer. Somebody who spent his entire working life in close contact with the entire elite fashion industry and presumably can wear pretty much anything that exists, got up that morning facing a court appearance on charges of being an entitled, anti-social deranged whackjob, and decided that the impression he wanted to make was by wearing shiny blue suit pants mis-matched to a black jacket with no shirt, a greasy-looking polka-dot cravat stretched down to his navel over his pasty thin bare chest, stringy middle-aged-pirate hair styled by Riff Raff, and three dead caterpillars glued to his lips. (The NY Times‘s Paris reporter described this, seriously, as “subdued”.) This guy gets to make decisions about what everyone else has to wear.
And this is the guy who was seen publicly abusing normal people for their choices in footwear. A guy whose facial hair makes it look like he was eating something sticky from a vacuum cleaner bag criticized someone else’s eyebrows. And was arrested only for using the word “Jew”.
I wish it to be known that I object to this. I object to the fact that the fashion industry contains people who look like this. It strikes me as dangerous. I object to the fact that an adult – however artistic and drug-addled – is allowed to dress this way. It sets a bad precedent for people who are equally feeble-minded but not rich. I object to the fact that, when he was charged with anti-Semitism while looking like this, he was not also charged with looking like this. Priorities, yes, but a crime is a crime. And I object to the fact that he is taken seriously as a person worth noticing, let alone taking advice on personal deportment from.



