The deluded, the disruptor and Dior (the victim)
Cash me ousside the atelier, how 'bout dat?
And just like that… Jesus rose, again.
And apparently, so did Dior. Not just in menswear, but—if the rumour mill’s to be believed—in womenswear too. Jonathan Anderson’s been crowned king of Dior Men, with whispers he’s eyeing the whole house next. The ateliers are officially in resurrection mode. Meanwhile, Maria Grazia Chiuri is allegedly lawyering up. A fresh start for some. A reality check for others.
For such a short week, it’s been spilling over: Condé Nast suddenly remembered Black creatives exist, dropping a glossy tribute in Vogue's May issue. The cover features four stars—this year’s Met Gala co-chairs—who set the tone for the museum’s upcoming exhibition, Superfine: Tailoring Black Style. Among them is A$AP Rocky, no longer facing 24 years behind bars, and finally free to spread his wings as the cover gworl he was always destined to be.
Also in the mix: Katy Perry skyrocketing toward full cancellation, TikTok tea (China’s got luxury in a headlock) and Cynthia Nixon delivering political theatrics—no lines, just looks.
Sip accordingly, divas. There’s a lot to cover…
Kholi: Ms. Chimichurri allegedly taking LVMH to court over unfair termination could be the hottest fashion story in a minute. And just to twist the knife, word on the street is her daughter, who also works for LVMH (as a ‘cultural consultant’), has been let go too.
Verity: Uff, now that is tea. They really are venomous little snakes at LVMH. She’s clearly been hitting her targets, so it’s no wonder she’s not backing down without a fight. But the woman needs to understand—she just doesn’t align with the Dior DNA anymore… if she ever.
K: I recognise her impact—championing women, celebrating craftsmanship, all that. But the vision? Beyond stale. Her collections felt designed for the type who ventured to romanticised locales not to experience the culture, but to brag about the terracotta vases they ‘scored in Marrakesh with their gals.’
V: All that money and not one f*cking look worth remembering. Impressive, in a way.
K: Same story, new accent. Always unflattering. And always that barely-there beige.
V: Look—the music stopped and Maria missed her moment. While everyone else snatched seats and secured their next chapter, she’s left standing: no gig, no glam, just a supposed lawsuit. It happens.
K: Moving on to Jonathan’s Dior Men’s appointment…
K: Oop. Someone skipped the PR announcement schedule. Anderson deserved better than this. As for Arnault extending his retirement age to 85? A bold move, but not a smart one.
V: When will old men understand that leadership 👏 is 👏 not 👏 a 👏 lifetime 👏 appointment 👏? Go collect your pension—not creative directors. Jonathan deserves the world, and I for one am very eager to see what he delivers at Dior—even if it is just menswear, for now.
K: Dior Homme under J-Dub is incredibly exciting. I love that he took to Instagram to share a stunning portrait of himself, shot by David Sims—something Demna seems completely incapable of delivering (re: that selfie).
V: So effortlessly chic. He’s almost like an Olsen.
K: I'm also loving how the fashion community is documenting his every move. Major shoutout to Mario Abad for consistently delivering the content we actually deserve.
Now, onto Vogue’s latest issue. Bob Wintour has been scrambling to shake things up at Condé Nast. In her editor’s letter, she reflects on her late friend André Leon Talley, calling him “a dandy among dandies.” She praises his “instinct for self-presentation,” adding: “I’ll be thinking of him on the night of the #MetGala, an evening made for him—and one I can scarcely believe he will miss.”
V: Wait, didn’t she…
K: Do him dirty? Yes.
Here’s an excerpt from The Chiffon Trenches, Talley’s memoir:
Vogue started a podcast in 2016 and Anna Wintour announced me as the host. It began with a successful roar and a roster of huge guests: Tom Ford, Kim Kardashian, Marc Jacobs, Alexander Wang. Anna quietly directed the whole thing from her office. She did not approve of all the interviews I wanted to do, like Missy Elliott or Maya Rudolph. We instead stuck to insider fashion. Anna came down and participated if she found my guest interesting enough.
Then, like a morning fog that suddenly lets up, the podcast no longer existed. No explanation or compensation. Just sphinx-like silence from Anna. She decimated me with this silent treatment so many times; it is just the way she resolves any issue.
He added:
Anna now treats me as a former employee. Like any ruthless individual, she maintains her sang-froid at all times. I believe she is immune to anyone other than the powerful and famous people who populate the pages of Vogue.
My hope is that she will find a way to apologise before I die, or that if I linger on incapacitated before I pass, she will show up at my bedside, with a hand clasped into mine, and say, “I love you. You have no idea how much you have meant to me.”
V: Cutting someone off without closure? Peak Scorpio.
K: I guess that editor’s note was her version of an ‘apology’. Yikes.
IN OTHER NEWS
☕️ The jury’s out on Balenciaga’s latest high summer campaign: stupid marketing or ‘stupid’ marketing? Either way—discover all their offers on Balenciaga.com.
☕️ Cynthia Nixon—absolute queen—promoting SATC's spinoff And Just Like That while draped in the Palestinian flag. Not just serving looks, but making statements. Carrie could never.
☕️ China’s lifting the lid on luxury’s dirty little manufacturing secrets… or so they say. This reeks of dupes, but the capitalist piggies are lapping it up anyway. Gotta respect this guy for spelling it out for the girls who are a bit… slow.
☕️ Katy Perry and her silicone crew’s 11-minute space voyage was nothing but one giant leap into tone-deaf privilege. It’s giving ‘let them eat cake.’ Heads will roll.
☕️ Justin Bieber acting like he got his groove back. Sweetie… aren’t you married???
Meanwhile, back at Casa del delulu:
Divas, may you never know a love like this.
☕️ Telfar Clemens getting real with Omondi—‘there’s so much representation, there’s none,’ addressing the dandyism theme at the Met Gala and other instances of performative inclusion. He couldn’t be too explicit (the bag still has to sell), but the message was clear: too many MCs, not enough mics.
☕️ Nothing like a mic malfunction to remind the haters you’ve still got raw talent. Lady Gaga’s four-act Coachella performance had critics calling it “satanic”—but what they don’t realise is, we’re already living through hell.
Happy Easter 💛