The Kaiser Oppresses
Manolo says, the Manolo’s internet friend Helene at the Luxe Chronicles has two pieces about how the Evil One has worked hard to suppress negative publicity about his koo-koo-nutty ways.
The first post is about the omissions and manipulations surrounding the making of his new movie, Lagerfeld Confidential
After all, this is the man who went to extraordinary lengths to prevent the publication of Alicia Drake’s, The Beautiful Fall: Fashion, Genius and Glorious Excess in 1970s Paris in which she details the excesses, ambitions and feuds between le beau
monde of that glamorous period including Lagerfeld’s longstanding feud with Pierre Berge and Yves Saint-Laurent. Why then would anyone think Karl Lagerfeld would actually reveal himself to us in a documentary film? He certainly didn’t reveal anything of himself in Loic Prigent’s documentary Signe Chanel for the Arte network in 2005. And why should he? Our celebrity obsessed, voyeuristic need to “reveal” every deeply personal and sometimes sordid detail of someone’s life is silly. Why can’t we simply accept his many offerings: beautiful clothing and accessories at Chanel, fabulously luxurious collections at Fendi and cutting edge cool from his eponymous fashion line?
The second post is about the purposeful suppressing of the new tell-all book, Merci Karl, written by The Evil One’s former assistant Arnaud Maillard.
And why is that you ask? That would be because it pertains to Karl Lagerfeld and Karl Lagerfeld works for Chanel and LVMH (he designs the Fendi collection). Both Chanel and LVMH spend astronomical amounts of money in advertising each year in the French, American and British press and cultivate very cosy relationships with all the major fashion editors. Consequently, the French fashion press will not touch this book with a ten foot pole. The book’s radioactivity extends to the British and American fashion press for the same reasons and it doesn’t stop there. Even Paris Match (France’s answer to People magazine) and Madame Figaro have omitted any coverage.
Happily for us, Helene has promised to give us the juicy details as soon as she can secure the copy of this book.
monde of that glamorous period including Lagerfeld’s longstanding feud with Pierre Berge and Yves Saint-Laurent. Why then would anyone think Karl Lagerfeld would actually reveal himself to us in a documentary film? He certainly didn’t reveal anything of himself in Loic Prigent’s documentary Signe Chanel for the Arte network in 2005. And why should he? Our celebrity obsessed, voyeuristic need to “reveal” every deeply personal and sometimes sordid detail of someone’s life is silly. Why can’t we simply accept his many offerings: beautiful clothing and accessories at Chanel, fabulously luxurious collections at Fendi and cutting edge cool from his eponymous fashion line?






October 11th, 2007 at 7:25 pm
Speaking of koo-koo nutty; is that a silver leather strait jacket on Herr Karl?
October 12th, 2007 at 1:24 am
I can see why His Evilness wanted “The Beautiful Fall” suppressed: It revealed him in all his glory as . . . an actual human being.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
(This is before he went to Chanel and morphed into the Undead.)
Insane as it is, I actually felt some flickers of sympathy for the Kaiser of Darkness while reading that book. However, they were easily quenched, and I know Mein Herr would grind any sympathy (how pathetic!) into tiny pieces with a nice Cuban heel.
October 12th, 2007 at 6:13 am
Merci Manolo! I’ll be sure to translate the really bitchy bits just for you. Bisous, Helene.
October 12th, 2007 at 7:18 am
I’ve read some reviews of the book (published in news magazines in Germany) and as far as I know there’s nothing really interesting: Lagerfeld used to eat a lot and was a real glutton before he started his super discipline diet. He’s a control freak.
Nothing new.