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So last month, I attended this talk at 92Y, where Marc Jacobs was discussing his life, and he mentioned that his and his business partner Robert Duffy’s contracts with Louis Vuitton were coming up, and they were going to negotiate the renewal. I’ve tried to google an update, but all that comes up is that Riccardo Tisci renewed his contract with Givenchy, like I fucking care. I personally don’t care if Marc doesn’t renew with Louis Vuitton. I don’t buy Louis Vuitton things. I’m not Lil’ Kim. I buy Marc Jacobs things. I was on Bleecker Street yesterday and spent most of my rent on random MJ shit like bags, T-shirts, and a little gold pen necklace that says “Bookmarc.” Now I’m going to have to buy Diet Coke and drink it because Marc says to. Gilda Radner said not to, though, so maybe I’ll just buy a bunch of cans like I did with Pepsi back in the 80s when the other MJ (Michael Jackson) was the spokesperson. That was right before they set his hair on fire, and I stopped supporting Pepsi.The most important thing is this: Here’s a guy who was once three minutes away from losing his colon because of a genetic disorder coupled with excessive drug abuse and McDonald's intake. Marc Jacobs turned his entire life around and is now healthy and hot. While designers like Karl Lagerfeld call gifts from God named Adele fat, Marc remembers being fat so he’d never do that. He’s not emaciated; he’s buff, and he’s supporting low-calorie soft drinks. Maybe he shouldn’t be drinking chemical cola, but from the looks of it, he’s really just pouring it on himself.I don’t mind, and neither should you.
