Dinner with Karl Lagerfeld
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.










Sorry, but eeewww. There was coco… and then there was a mess.
I would knock him down in the street for those gloves though.
Those gloves look like they’re made from novelty dinosaur-hide condoms.
Comments like that is the reason why the Manolo adores the Raincoaster.
Yeah.. I gotta have some of those gloves
Raincoaster, you say that like it is a bad thing. As long as they are studded for my pleasure, i am all for them.
Yes,he is cool.I like him
Mmmmm, to own a Chanel quilted bag has been the lifelong aspiration of the Gemdiva. I would surrender body parts (not necessarily my own, of course) to own one.
Is it just me, or does he appear to have studied the costumes of stereotypical late 19th century vampires? Oh…wait…it’s not a costume, is it?
Hilarious writing! I belly laughed twice over this! Brilliant