On our way back from our Bainbridge Island mini-vacay yesterday, we stopped at Seattle Premium Outlets to do a little shopping. Place is a Chinese paradise. Labels everywhere. Even the public announcements are recorded in Mandarin.

My people love Burberry.

True story: as I was picking through picked over items from last season, I saw Karl in my head. Can you imagine? Karl Lagerfeld at an outlet mall? Karl Lagerfeld walking among those who pay at a discount?

The horror.

Karl would un-retire his bitchbeating fan and bomb the balls out of Burberry if he found himself at an outlet. Outlets are déclassé. And démodé.

Tight pants and moose knuckles, however, are all the rage this season.

Check out Karl after presenting yet another collection at Chanel yesterday, strutting down the runway with an impressive package tucked into his jeans, posing with models and clients after the show and also at the Lacoste anniversary celebration treating his worshippers to a rare smile, looking like he died five minutes ago.

Please no!

The world is a better and bitchier place with Karl in it.

Photos from Splashnewsonline.com and Flynetonline.com and Wenn.com