Summer time in St Tropez. And it’s not like they get a true winter over there anyway. How does Karl Lagerfeld walk around? In a shirt, buttoned all the way up, under a blazer, over a pair of tight black pants, and boots. Gloves too!
I mean, I get the need to layer for air conditioning but this, this isn’t layering. This is a look that never gets disturbed.
How does he stand it?
I suppose that’s the discipline required to be of Paris. Of Fashion. Of Style. Heat should never get in the way of presentation. And besides, whatever it is that he injects himself with to preserve (or embalm) his almost 80 year old ass probably regulates his internal temperature too.
