Karl Lagerfeld is a nutty old coot whose two favorite past times are calling people fat and readying his titanium space cave for the proletarian revolution. But once in a while he does something endearing, like growing obsessed with a white fluffy kitten or supporting gay marriage in a public way, and I am charmed. Maybe he just likes things that are white?
Lagerfeld closed the Chanel couture show at Paris’ Grand Palais yesterday by sending two brides down the runway holding hands–with each other, as well as with an adorable little ring bearer played by Lagerfeld’s angelic godson. Judging from the pictures, they were the only models who looked at all happy, perhaps adding an extra layer of endorsement.
“I do not understand why people who live together cannot have the same security as those bourgeois who are married,” the Kaiser told Reuters, eschewing the backflips most advocates go through to hide the fact that this progressive cause is largely a bourgeois issue. “Two women getting married, I find that natural, and having two mothers is a good thing.”
The statement was certainly topical, as hundreds of thousands of protestors converged on Paris last week to protest the socialist government’s intentions to extend marriage and adoption rights to same-sex couples. Luckily, feminist group Femen was there to take their tops off and stage a counter-protest. That’ll show those bigots who has boobs!
The fashion show was cool in other ways, too; Lagerfeld had a whole forest’s worth of trees and shrubbery transported into the Palais to die slowly in service of his grand Wagnerian vision. Like all insane leaders, Karl tells The Independent the idea came to him in a dream, and he doesn’t know why he did it:
“Itâ€™s a vision I had but I tell you somethingâ€¦ I donâ€™t know why I did it, I saw it in my dream, made a sketch, and worked it out. It worked. Lots of things in my brain suddenly created something in my sleep. The idea of some German, romantic neo-classical thing, a Greek theatre in a romantic forest.”
Don’t ever change, buddy.
(Via The Telegraph)