It’s hard to light a dress on fire without triggering fire alarms, but I did it in 2011.

First I knocked down the smoke detector in my tiny apartment with a Swiffer. Then I doused the dress — a Christian Dior cotton mini by John Galliano that I’d scrounged for $65 at Goodwill — with lighter fluid in my bathtub. Then I wept.

I was burning the dress because I’d been a sucker.

Like everyone else who worked in fashion, I believed John Galliano was the GOAT — the Jalen Brunson of runway shows. He turned clothes into art and his pieces fit every body, even the not-so-skinny ones, with astonishing precision.

Fashion people worshipped him the way ESPN…

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