Karl Kills Me

Karl Lagerfeld is killing me lately. Whether it’s with the brilliance of his sky-high cuffs, or the romance of his ’20s inspired Resort 2010 collection for Chanel, or with his life observations, Karl never ceases to amuse.

What tongue-in-chic fashionista wouldn’t want to carry Karl around on a daily basis? Angela Lindvall seems to have her eye on the prize.

I spy with my little eye, something that is black and white...
I spy with my little eye, something that is black and white...

Karl may not be comfortable carrying himself around, so he begs the question:

Karl, So Nice in Nice, So Nice in Nice...
Karl, So Nice in Nice, So Nice in Nice...
He may be ‘an unbelievable narcissist” and generate a lot of ‘Karlisms‘, but would Fashion as we know it, be even half as entertaining without him? I think not.

As someone who has shaken the half-gloved/Chrome Hearts ringed hand directly, I can tell you that Karl gives good karma.

KL collection image from Style.com. Karl in Nice photo by Eliot/bigpicturephoto.com.

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