Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I am in shock right now.
In the last half hour, I have designed 4 collections, drunk 80 bottles of diet Coca Cola, and paced this room exactly fourty seven times.
Because a very short time ago I was attacked by a man who called by designs "messy", "and not that great".
Can you imagine that?
No, of course you can't. You're not me. But try to.
I strongly suspect this person is hired by one of the other fashion houses and their vendetta against me. Nobody has dared to insult me since August 16th, 6.53 PM, 1963. So this is a shock.
Need another can of Coke.
I'm ringing up Marc at Louis Vuitton and getting him to send a whole lot of really ugly bags branded with "LV" in big bold lettering to this person. I bet they like LV. Because if they don't like me, they obviously have no taste.
I can't even begin to understand what it'd be like to have no taste. It is worse than bad taste. I almost feel sorry for this person, but I mean, can you even call someone like that a person?