It’s fun, no?
A new interview with the incomparable Karl Lagerfeld. I would give up Michael Phelps for 24 hours in the presence of Karl Lagerfeld. No doubt.
It’s a long read, click here for the article, but if you stick through it, you will be rewarded with nuggets like these:
“They sent a private jet. I said, ‘It’s too small. I need a bigger plane.’ It’s fun, no?”
“I buy my shoes a size too small. I like the way it feels.”
“I have no problem with journalists – many are friends. Only if they are really stupid, or if they’ve got bad breath, or if they smell. Yesterday [after the Chanel couture show] I had a problem. I said, ‘I’m sorry, you’ve got to tell this woman that she needs to be taken away. Her smell is not possible.’ ”
Her smell is not possible. I can hear him saying it. Rushing through the hard “p” and hissing through the “s’s”. Perhaps the greatest sentence ever uttered.
And now try to picture this:
"I don’t need meetings. I’m only interested in my own opinion anyway. If I have a project, like this,” he says, pointing to an advertising campaign he recently shot for Dom Pérignon, “you like, or you don’t like. There is no second opinion. If you’re not 100% sure about what I want to do, you ask someone else.. . . When Annie Leibovitz photographed me for Vanity Fair . . . I didn’t know her very well then, and she said, ‘I have to spend three days with you to see what’s behind.’ And I said, ‘Annie, you’re wasting your time. Look at what you see.’ ” He casts his hand theatrically over his face. “There is nothing else.”
There is no one else. There is only Karl.