Manolo says, Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! El Diablo Blanco!!!!
P.S. Many and profuse thanks to the always funny Perez Hilton, and to the many of the Manolo’s internet friends who have emailed the Manolo about these pictures.
Manolo loves the shoes!
Where does one begin???
Could it be the too-long sleeves?
Could it be the gloves (And why DOES he wear them?)?
Could it be the male camel-toe????
no, it CAN’T BE….
could it be?…..
I must be wrong……….
No, it IS!!!!
THE LEISURE SUIT!
CAMELTOE! This is a photograph of Karl Lagerfeld’s tight white CAMELTOE! There is NO GOD!
Well someone is eager to become a bride…
So much for Karl’s diet book. He can’t even stay on his own plan…
He is the epitome of “EWWWWWWW.” CAMELTOE is not something I do not want to see on anyone, least of all the Lagerfeld. And there is so much else wrong here. Can he please just go away?
This had me so skeeved out I accidentally typed in a double negative. I do NOT want to see the Lagerfeld’s (or anyone else’s) cameltoe. Repeat: DO NOT.
I fear my retinas have been permanently scarred by this! Perhaps the Manolo should post a warning for his more sensitive readers. I may even have post-traumatic-stress syndrome (the pain!) from the flashbacks I’ve already begun having. The Manolo is fortunate that The Scarlett is not litigious.
Ah, the Manolo has used references from Billy Idol and have made me into a coffee fountain this morning, unfortunately for my PC screen…
The Pillsbury Doughboy has turned evil.
That is just beyond nasty.
The Evil One needs to do some more ab crunches if he’s going to wear the shirts that tight. He has Dunlop’s disease (his stomach done lops over his belt).
Tia Nieve says the Lagerfeld’s tummy looks as if he has been overindulging in quail flambe, souflees and mousse.
Isn’t La Lagerfeld 400 years old, what with his deal with the Satan and all? Alternately, perhaps his perky oldmanboobs finally collapsed under the crushing pressure of the LagerEgo and decided it was time to make friends with the fat of the LagerBelly .
And please, do not let me go on about the gloves sans fingertips.
He looked better fat: there aren’t too many people you can say that about.
A white belt and a lariat.
I’d never have guessed a designer of haute couture could fit right in with my Kentucky relatives.
“If we ever start dressing boys in Eton collars again we shall know that another puritan age is on its way.’ Gordon Winter, The Golden Years.
The Miss Nell, she is horrified to see that the Michelin Tire Man has made the comeback.
Oh Navel says umm, identity crisis much?
The Mme Dogma, she does not like looking at this. Please, let us all wipe the memory clean and start the day over.
The evil one says, “Mmmmmmmm….horsemeat!”
the lagerfeld, he is becoming the michael jackson, no?
The latest from the “Man From Glad” collection.
The Karl says, “This is my world of…what the hell”
Another picture and more funny comments are here, on Miu von Furstenberg’s blog:
Hmmm I did not know they still MADE white jeans. I hope he packed extra panty liners!
The Lagerfeo gains a couple of more of the pounds, adds some facial hair and a black bow tie, and his face will be on a bucket of the Kentucky Fried Chichen.
La BellaDonna is desperately trying to remain the philosophical, and is pathetically thankful that the puckish gods of the weather did not let it rain that day. The possibilities, they are too hideous to contemplate.
Much like these pictures, only worse.
The Jack Nicholas, he says “The golf gloves, they were stolen from the Tiger Woods.”
The Camera is much amused that the boy-toy / slave is dressed to match… and following so very closely. Could it be that the devil has already something behind him to be hidden?
Ever concerned with household efficiency and anxious to make SOME small good of this great evil, AskMom wonders if we placed the great white one sideways on a spit, could we roll paper towels off him? If we did that often, would he blessedly have disappeared?
It is the camel toe, and perhaps the multitude of tacky necklaces.
Looking at this, I have much wonder over why this man is taken seriously in the fashion world. I am also blinded by that nightmarish white crotch.
But I want to know why Karl is wearing one of Don Cherry’s collars…
The excess skin after the weight loss of the Lagerfeld had nowhere to go but to the southerly region below the belt into the forbidden zone of the camel toe.
How much for the hot gay boat hand?
Maybe it is just me…but the Karl’s hands? They are missing??
The Lagerfeld, when he shakes his alabaster booty, is the deckhand magnet.
The gloves, as some of you have wondered, are sailing gloves meant to protect the palm from rope burn while allowing fingertip control for non-rope tasks, such as adjusting necklaces or neckties. What he has perhaps failed to consider is that wearing a necklace or a necktie while performing sail or rope tasks can lead to stangulation. Of course, wearing cowboy boots on most sailboats can lead to being thrown overboard.