Marc Jacobs blasts orgy rumors on Instagram

28 Oct 2015 | Author: | No comments yet »

‘Wild? I’d say MILD!’ Marc Jacobs lashes back at ‘orgy’ guest who spilled the beans about his ten-man sex party.

The saga started with aPost article that chronicled Jacobs’ supposed bizarre behavior. And after the outlet broke the story with the headline ‘Marc Jacobs hosts a wild, 10-person orgy’, Jacobs took to Instagram once again writing: ‘Wild???After it was reported that Marc Jacobs held a 10-person orgy inside his home, the designer took to his Instagram to openly rail against the New York Post in two separate notes: “Wild???

Why lie about it?” goes a damning quote from Marc’s former longtime business partner Robert Duffy, which was the focal point of writer Maureen Callahan’s exposé. Could we all learn something from his honesty? “Inside Marc Jacobs’ 10-Person Orgy,” as the headline baiting our bashfully excited clicks read, features an account from a person who claims to have been an attendee at the ménage à dix—LOL at “dix” being French for 10, given this situation—held over the weekend.

Hate on Marc, and gossip about who he may or may not be bedding, all you want—at the end of the day, he still walked the Met Gala red carpet with Cher, and you didn’t. The article includes an enumeration of the designer’s failures: his flopped shows and his falling out with Robert and with other creative collaborators like photographer Juergen Teller. The whole thing is recounted with beautiful bluntness, as if a 10-guy, multiple-day sex romp is par for the course for an autumn weekend. “Brunch, a jog, and a group fuckfest. You know, #SundayFunday!” According to the source, Jacobs recruited his male companions using Grindr, sending them photos of himself shirtless and, as Page Six describes it with laughable coyness, “with no pants from the side and back.” The source says that all the attendees were in their 20s, and some of them used the party drugs “G” and “Tina.” I do not purport to know what either of those words mean. He fires back at the writer through an open letter via Instagram caption saying, “You’re a sick woman.” He then compares Maureen to a parasite feeding off the failures of other people.

I’ve talked about having hair transplants, I’ve talked about my drug problems, I’ve talked about my drinking problems, I’ve talked about sex. ‘I just think it’s so much better to sort of be honest about those things. The story, which was published two days ago, claims, “All is not well in the house of Marc Jacobs.” Maureen hinted at “business struggles” and Marc’s “bizarre behavior” as the culprits of the seeming downfall of the once-esteemed fashion brand. “Young people no longer covet Marc Jacobs as a label,” goes another quote in the article. In his first post, Jacobs directed his fury towards writer Callahan, famously known for her book Champagne Supernovas which details the rise and fall of ’90s models Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell. “Girl, I think I understand your pain,” Jacobs sniped. “You’re a sick woman.” In fact, the designer said he would tap into his spiritual side for her benefit. “I do feel sorry for you.

Please know you are in my prayers,” he wrote to Callahan. “I hope you will someday find something, somewhere that gives you pleasure…and not at another’s expense. 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.

Dudes with bodies worth sighing over. “I expected Lorenzo Martone beautiful,” the source continued, referring to Jacobs’s former fiancé, a hot Brazilian who resembles a caricature of a hot Brazilian. “They were average, chill people who didn’t have any attitude, which was really nice.” Well done, Marc Jacobs. Those creative individuals who like everyone else has (sic)feelings, a sexual appetite, ‘issues,’ character defects, and professional ups and downs.

I’d say ‘MILD,'” the designer joked. “And to whichever guest benefitted from calling this misinformation into the Post, I only wish you good health, happiness, and a long life to enjoy taking advantage of the kindness of strangers and talking s–t about others. #reallyqueen?” Jacobs, who founded his own namesake labels, previously worked as a creative director for Louis Vuitton. As one of the world’s most regarded designers, he works with numerous celebrities, enlisting stars like Dakota Fanning and Miley Cyrus for previous ad campaigns. Sincerely and disrespectfully, Marc (Jacobs). #lethimwhoiswithoutsincastthefirststone #youwannacomeforme?” But this wasn’t the only Marc Jacobs-related news bit that came out this week. Few people with such well-known personas have managed to control and empower their sexual identity, treat their horniness with honesty, and destigmatize the sordid preconceptions about sex and promiscuity. A day after the article’s publishing came another one from Page Six claimed that Marc hosted a “wild” 10-person orgy through the gay chat app Grindr.

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)! But with shame and judgment often accompanying what goes on behind closed doors—of public figures, or otherwise—there’s salvation in his honesty about it all. For starters, on Monday night after Page Six initially published its story, Jacobs posted a cheeky shirtless illustration on Instagram mocking a Grindr photo. “Goodbye (for now) Grindr! It was fun for group togethers, but, what really excites me is my work!” The photo caption had the same fun spirit, but apart from its amusing pithiness, it was loaded with a sociopolitical message, too. “Yup.

He did an interview last fall with Paper magazine, in which he first spoke about joining the hook-up app—and, continuing his unabashed embrace of sex that doesn’t conform to traditional or conservative norms, he joined the app with his ex-boyfriend Harry Louis, who happens to be a former porn star. “I went on Grindr a couple of times,” he said. “Well, actually, with Harry. Nor are critics reviewing his shows—by definition, they too qualify as “parasites feeding off of the successes and failures of others,” except, I guess, when they help him sell clothes. I always find it very dubious and I don’t really trust people who deny human instincts.” Friends of mine who have come across Grindr profiles of celebrities in New York or Los Angeles (some you would roll your eyes at; others would make you raise an eyebrow) typically report the news with aghast judgment, as if the washboard abs of the rich and famous shouldn’t enjoy the same headless spotlight on hook-up apps that the rest of the world enjoys.

Or, worse, that they shouldn’t be allowed to indulge in their human instincts—having sex—and the convenience of these apps—judge the morality of them as you wish—because they’ve been featured in the pages of Us Weekly. He’s talked about heading straight from high school to Studio 54, where he “learned about substances and anonymous sex.” He’s talked about what it’s like to be in a monogamous relationship with a porn star.

We’re so quick to analyze and applaud the act of a public figure coming to his or her own in their sexuality, but so rarely do we give a voice to what happens after: the having of the sex. For despite the fun people are having with the report of Jacobs’s orgy and the respect that he may even be receiving for being open about it, he will also be ridiculed and judged and labeled a whore and dirty for it.

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Finding the ‘Joy’ in Jennifer Lawrence

20 Jan 2016 | Author: | No comments yet »

‘Joy’ review: Jennifer Lawrence cleans up in enjoyable biopic.

Writer-director David O. Their latest collaboration — following in the footsteps of Silver Linings Playbook and American Hustle — is a biographical picture about the life and times of Joy Mangano.Jennifer Lawrence groans when she’s asked about singing the classic Nancy and Frank Sinatra duet Something Stupid with co-star Edgar Ramirez in her new film Joy. “David [O Russell, the movie’s director] texted me last night to ask if he could put it on the soundtrack and this is what I texted him back,” the actor says as she digs around for her mobile phone and reads out her response verbatim. “‘David, no!!!’ and it is three exclamation marks.In a very abbreviated nutshell, that actually happened to Joy Mangano, 59, the fabulously successful Long Island entrepreneur/inventor and HSN pitchwoman whose rags-to-riches journey started with the invention of a mop.

Russell has made three kinds of movies: offbeat romances (“Flirting With Disaster”), surreal comedies (“I Heart Huckabees”) and dramas about dysfunctional yet appealing families (“The Fighter”). In real life, Mangano is the Long Island housewife and inventor who became famous and eventually rich after bouts of near-bankruptcy, by creating and marketing her Miracle Mop. Out Boxing Day in Australia, the film stars Jennifer Lawrence in the fictionalised life story of Joy Mangano, a single mum from Long Island who made her fortune selling a mop. On Christmas Day, “Joy,” a movie inspired by her struggles as a divorced, single mother turned mogul by way of that mop, will open at movie theaters across America.

This was before she hooked up with the giant Home Shopping Network, becoming their most effective pitch person and eventually selling her parent company, Ingenious Designs, to HSN. Gross, I can’t listen to it; I have to go to bed.’ And I said yes, but it’s a groaning, reluctant yes.” It’s the kind of unfiltered moment you come to expect when interviewing Lawrence, who may now be one of the most famous actors on the planet but still blurts out whatever she’s thinking with such self-deprecating charm it’s impossible not to be, well, charmed.

Jennifer Lawrence’s performance as Miracle Mop inventor and QVC pitchwoman Joy Mangano glues the movie together, but it threatens to unravel at any time. Lawrence, 25, looks genuinely surprised when complimented about how unchanged she seems from our earlier interviews before the fame and Oscars. “But there would be no reason to change,” she says with a shrug. “I just have a job and I love my job. In the film, Lawrence’s Mangano is a colourful character, a single mom with a unique relationship and friendship with her ex-husband, and an enterprising woman who parlays her creativity into an incredibly successful business.

Mom (Virginia Madsen) stays in her bedroom and watches soap operas, until she falls for a Haitian plumber (Jimmy Jean-Louis) who fixes a hole in her bedroom floor. She landed minor roles on TV shows such as Monk, Cold Case and Medium before her 2010 indie film Winter’s Bone led to her becoming the second youngest best actress Oscar nominee in history. This is true even when the film tilts off its rocker with a bit of Russell-esque madness built into the screenplay, and with the director failing to always keep the energy going. That resulted in not only a string of critically acclaimed films, an Academy Award and another Oscar nomination, but also her very own mega-franchise as Katniss Everdeen in The Hunger Games.

Joy’s grandma (endearing Diane Ladd) delivers messages of empowerment and smooths over constant fights, but she’s opposed by the money-grubbing rich woman (Isabella Rossellini) who dates Joy’s dad and sends negative messages about her. Lawrence’s endearing habit of speaking her mind resulted in a controversial essay she penned on Lena Dunham’s website about her discovery during the Sony hacks that she was being paid less “than the lucky people with dicks” on her recent films, including American Hustle. “I completely understand when people say actors shouldn’t talk about politics and things they don’t know about, but this was my gender at stake and it was being threatened with unfairness and I thought, ‘What is the point of having this voice if it’s not to speak out for myself and for everyone else who can’t?’,” she says unapologetically.

Upon learning that Lawrence would be playing her mom, Miranne says, “I braced myself so I wouldn’t fall on the floor.” As for Mangano, she says Lawrence playing her “made me feel old, number one. Lawrence hangs out with a posse of celebrity girlfriends, including Amy Schumer and singer Adele, but the reason is simple. “The friendship gets expedited a lot when you meet someone you know beyond a shadow of a doubt has no agenda,” she says. Draining her savings and taking out loans, she started off small, selling her mops to local boat owners. “She persuaded QVC to take a thousand, but sales were poor and they tried to send them back,” says Mason. “She suggested letting her demonstrate it herself, and the channel agreed.” Sales skyrocketed and Mangano’s career as a QVC pitch woman was launched. That’s so amazing there aren’t even words.” Mangano and her three children didn’t view “Joy” until the Dec. 13 premiere in Manhattan, though a family outing to see “Trainwreck” included a trailer.

This is, after all, the self-confessed reality-show junkie who confessed in a recent Vogue interview that on the night of her 25th birthday party, friends surprised her with a visit from reality queen Kris Jenner, who presented her with a cake inscribed, ‘Happy Birthday, you piece of shit!’ The only time she seems tongue-tied is when asked about her relationship status, after a four-year stint with X-Men: First Class co-star Nicholas Hoult and a year with Coldplay singer Chris Martin before their breakup earlier this year. “Next!” Lawrence says in a no-nonsense voice, pausing as she decides if she’ll continue that thought. For one thing, Mangano’s childhood is not that interesting for a film, despite some flashbacks to her as a youngster (when she is played by 10-year-old Isabella Cramp, who does actually look like we imagine Lawrence could have at the same age). A satire on the acquisitiveness of the public? (Here, QVC foists unnecessary things on gullible viewers who could better save their money.) Russell doesn’t seem to know. And, of course, the grave ending would be a lie: Mangano is very much alive at the age of 59, still inventing, still pitching products, still a superstar of the American home shopping universe. There’s the Clothes It All luggage system, essentially a rolling suitcase with a removable garment bag, and the Super Chic vacuum, which releases fragrance into the air.

If I even casually say something to a reporter, that quote haunts me for the rest of my life,” she says, “so I am never, ever, ever talking about boys again!” I don’t think any of us brought enough tissues!” A good portion of the film was shot last winter in Boston, and though the always-busy Mangano was twice scheduled to visit the set, snowstorms made travel impossible. He has mixed genres successfully before, as in the anti-war comedy-drama “Three Kings,” but the blender often grinds to a halt in “Joy.” Just as we’re getting used to the realism of Mangano’s fight for respect, Russell photographs Rossellini as if she were a gargoyle.

One of her creations, the thin and velvet-covered Huggable Hanger, remains a bestseller for HSN, at more than 300 million sold, and was endorsed by Oprah Winfrey. Yet in “Silver Linings Playbook,” Cooper, De Niro and Russell all supported her with fine work; here they lay back and make the movie a one-ring circus where she has to be acrobat, bareback rider and clown.

He had a presence all of his own.” At one point, Miranne says, “Jennifer grabbed Joy’s hand and said to David, ‘Look at the nails, a French manicure.’ ” (That manicure is a Mangano signature.) Lawrence revealed that in studying for her part as Joy, she watched recordings of the inventor’s early pitches on HSN, including ones for “Huggable Hangers” and found her so compelling that she wanted to buy them on the spot. There is something special when creative people get together.” Mangano’s take on Lawrence? “She’s beyond her years, so brilliant, hysterical and so talented.

Critically, Russell’s sense of wonder and beauty turns elegiac moments — especially when Joy Mangano becomes fully realized as a woman and as a business executive — into scenes of great beauty. Lawrence recently said on “The Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon” that the movie was “half Joy Mangano’s story and half [Russell’s] imagination and other powerful, strong women who inspired him.” The director mined much of his Mangano material by phone.

The cast includes Edgar Ramirez, Diane Ladd, Virginia Madsen, Isabella Rossellini, Susan Lucci (in a mock TV soap opera that gives Joy some of its silliness) and even Melissa Rivers as her late mother Joan Rivers. There’s no situation Joy cannot overcome or circumvent.” At a Newsday photo shoot at Mangano’s luxurious but serene 42,000-square-foot mansion on 11 acres in St. As for parting advice for the ambitious? “If this movie inspires even just one more person to believe in themselves and to go after their dreams, then it’s made a very special impact in this world.

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