Marc Jacobs, having grown increasingly comfortable with using Instagram as a platform to express himself, took to his personal account to vent about not one but two articles about him in the New York Post. On Monday night, Page Six released an "exclusive" story on the 10-person orgy the designer allegedly hosted, with participants found on gay-friendly social media app Grindr over the weekend.
At least an hour after the Page Six story was published, Jacobs posted twice on Instagram to address the report. In the first post, he announced to his 330K followers that he was bidding farewell ("for now," he noted) to Grindr:
In a second Instagram post showing a screenshot of the story, Jacobs argued over its description of the orgy: "Wild??? I'd say 'MILD.'" According to the paper's source, there were drugs and "average, chill people who didn't have any attitude" involved.
Oh, we're not done yet. On Sunday morning, the New York Post ran a non-reported story by Post writer Maureen Callahan on Jacobs's struggles with drugs and his public falling out with longtime business partner Duffy and artistic collaborator Juergen Teller. "All is not well in the house of Marc Jacobs," wrote Callahan. Seemingly more upset with this story than the one about his orgy, the designer went full open-letter on Callahan herself with the following unfiltered Instagram caption:
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?
Moral of the story: Don’t mess with Marc.