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Like Daniel-San in the pivotal Karate Kid scene in which he plants a waterhose dangling precariously over "Johnny's" bathroom stall as the Cobra-Kai was rolling up what can only be properly construed as one hell of a fattie, Marc Jacobs could not "leave well enough alone (said in a menacing growl)."
Jacobs, an ass, who is not so popular among fashionstas, continues to invent bullshit excuses as to why he continually is tardy on the runway. Despite the vast resources of his organization. We will not entertain the possibility that being late is a punk-ass publicity ploy that -- quite frankly -- has reached its tolerated limit. From WWD:
"That is bullshit! That is bullshit! was at the fucking office until the last fitting was over. I came back to the hotel — I hadn’t been here in three days! I hadn’t showered in three days! I slept on the couch in my office for 20 minutes three nights in a row — anyone at my office will tell you that. I got 20 minutes sleep Friday night, Saturday night, Sunday night. The first shower I had was Monday at 8 before the rehearsal of our show. I did not have lunch, I did not have drinks, I did not have tea at the Mercer, I walked through the lobby; I live in this hotel ... I took 20 minutes to shower and shave -- I stank like a raccoon! I could not go to the show like that."
Stinking like a racoon has never stopped the dear, fragrant Lenny Kravitz.
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