Fashion does funny things to people, doesn’t it? Take fashion writer Peter Braunstein, for instance. So incensed was he at only receiving one ticket to the Vogue Fashion Awards that he kicked up a stink big enough to lose him his job at WWD. And now, it seems, he has been plotting to kill US Vogue editor, Anna Wintour. (He also allegedly dressed up as a fireman and assaulted a woman whose apartment he’d broken into, but I don’t think that had anything to do with fashion…)

Braunstein is currently on trial in New York for the aforementioned "fire fighter" escapade. During his trial, however, certain other disturbing facts have come to light, including his plan to kill Anna Wintour. Why? Because he just wanted to, of course. How do we know this? Why, because he wrote it in his diary, of course. " I’ll tell you why I’m going to kill Anna Wintour – because I just feel like it," said Braunstein. Look after the jump for other kerrazy things this guy has written about the first lady of fashion:

Peter Braunstein on Anna Wintour:

"When I was a media reporter, there were many high-profile editors, and God knows they had big egos, but you could still get them on the phone. Remnick, Carter, Fuller, even Martha Stewart. But Wintour? She just never talked to peons like us. It was beneath her. And all the while I’m thinking "Who is this skank?" She plays up this aristocratic, Marie Antoinette Let them eat cake" routine, but, excuse me, can I get some proof that she holds a title of nobility that goes back to the 13th Century? No. All she does is edit a magazine. That’s it. So what’s with the royalty routine?… I mean, for Christ’s sake, the woman slept with Bob Marley, one of the most soulful people ever to walk the face of the earth. If that didn’t spiritualize her, nothing would."

"Wintour will be escorted by eunuchs to a place in Hell run entirely by large rats."

A valuable lesson here, kids: if you’re a fashion editor? You damn well answer your phone, OK? Otherwise there’s a special place in hell just for you – and the eunuchs are waiting to escort you there…

[Full story in New York Daily News]