John Galliano Off With His Crown

If someone were to tell me I would be replacing John Galliano as the head designer for DIOR, I would not jump on the opportunity. I am once again shown the dangerous game of being on top of that mountain. You may be alone perched on the tip with hungry wolves just below waiting patiently for a chance to jump in.  Yves Saint Laurent, Calvin Klein, Alexander McQueen and now the fashion sweetheart, John Galliano, are just a few who lost their crowns.

I have been poking with a stick this fame and fortune subject for awhile. Why do we hold this insatiable desire to be branded by labels and recognized?  Consumers want it and designers want to become it.  Back in November 2009, I wrote about it for Benjamin Kanarek’s blog (link) and have not stopped thinking about it ever since. It is crystal clear to me that I no longer want to chase the carrot of fame and fortune.  Instead, the pursuit of earning a living doing what I love, is my calling. Mind you, this does not eliminate the eventuality of working with the big dogs, it just releases the pressure of having to.

John Galliano followed the footsteps of so many other celebrities before him.  How he held this irrational and insurmountable pressure of producing the success of DIOR for so long is a defeat in itself.  It may have been his curse in the long run, it would have been mine. I know I would have lost the joy of designing, period. His fame and fortune was also his ball and chain. His adoring and devoted fashion harem left him as quickly as they had adopted him and this is a painful reality. The superficiality of fashion and his celebrity status hits home to me. No celebrity is banned from losing their place in their profession. Britney Spears, Tiger Woods and Charlie Sheen are just three among many who have had tainted their spotlight.

and last but not least my Fave… Charlie Sheen

What a f-cking fickle world we live in!

About isa maïsa
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Isa Maïsa has been designing fashion since she was old enough to knit. She is a designer who dabbles in her loves: fashion, home decor and paper-cardboard trinkets. She is interested in so many different and diverse disciplines, which aids in keeping her creative river flowing. She presently lives a short train ride from Paris, France which she finds to be one of the most intriguing spots on the globe. Her sense of style came from her mixing of three cultures: a Bolivian mother, a French father and her living in the United States. Isa Maïsa assisted the Haute Couture Director at Louis Féraud for two years, as well as sewing in the "flou ateliers" the gowns for their collections. She studied Fashion Design at Studio Berçot in Paris under the expert guidance of Marie Rukki. Visit her boutique at www.isamaisa.etsy.com.
  • Elena

    What an awful world do we live in… 😉
    I am not even sure if I want to be in this game.
    Not obssessed with designer labels, I wear what looks good on me and it can br anything from CK to Target, and Jimmy Choo. 🙂
    The one who sits low you has nowhere to fall… But at least those who are or were on top of the mountain had less dull life? You never know.

    • Elena,

      I am with you 100 % on buying what feels good on you! Without even thinking of it, you have created your personal sense of style instead of being a paper doll.

      I am not on top of this mountain and I have not a dull life. It is all in our attitude, as you are aware of. Basking in it all is how I look at my world.

      Thanks and cheers!!

      isa

  • ’tis better to be a Prince than a King….the King loses his (or her) head while the Prince stays out of sight and makes mischief….

    • touché, touché!! That is why Prince Harry is having a blast compared to Prince William.

      I appreciate the comment.

      cheers!!!!

    • Skip Gue

      Well put!……. paradigm shift? or maybe a new way of thinking and finding balance.

      • Hey Skip,

        Finding our balance and keeping it no matter what we face as our reality is a difficult task yet so liberating. Let us continue to shift…

        Merci!

        isa