At first, John Galliano's arrest last week just seemed like a weird case of public drunkenness which led to an odd "he-said-she-said"-type of debacle. Sure, the designer has always seemed a little eccentric, but I had a feeling that there was perhaps something else to the story. So here we are: someone caught Galliano on tape professing his admiration of Hitler. It seems that Dior did the right thing suspending him. All of a sudden my beautiful Galliano mary-janes no longer seem quite as appealing as they did before.