You want this bag
It’s Karl. At the airport in Nice.
Love him SO much.
If I could redo my youth, I’d like to spend my gap year in his presence as his style slave, existing on his verbal abuse and dying inside at his indifference.
Anyway, have you heard about this book? Merci Karl! by his former assistant – an expose on Lagerfeld (thanks Daianna!) that reveals all his secrets like the fact that it takes him forever to get ready. And that he surrounds himself with sycophants and his own photos. And he’s horribly unkind and breaks up with people for no reason.
Oh what a relief.
Can you imagine in real life if Karl was NICE?
It would be soul crushing.
This then is the only iteration of Karl that is acceptable. Otherwise, it’s just not possible.
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