N.B. Guest post by Steven Cojocaru. Read more at Cojo’s blog CojoStyle.

Karl Lagerfeld, one of my biggest idols, arrived at a dinner for Ralph Lauren in Paris turned out in a dandy and dramatic look which I LOVE. The Chanel designer looks like the owner of a Parisian male escort service crossed with an Egyptian mummy. I can picture him going back to his tomb after the party, slipping into a fabulous duchess satin sleeping gown, and dealing with all the Pharaohs risen from the dead to beg him for a 30 percent discount at Chanel. Now remember these words from your fashion guru Cojo: There is Chanel and then everything else. To own a Chanel quilted bag is like having your cherry popped. I recommend turning tricks or stealing Sudafed and starting a meth lab so you can buy one.