by Lester Brathwaite on
In the latest issue of French Elle, out on Friday, Karl Lagerfeld is one of the people. The legendary designer shops for laundry detergent, gets caught behind the wheel in a traffic jam and takes a gander at the sports page. Typical day in the life of Herr Lagerfeld, except Saskia de Brauw and Caroline Brasch Nielsen are in the background modeling looks from the Kaiser’s new masstige collection, Karl.
Luckily this is all just for an editorial and has absolutely no resemblance to Karl Lagerfeld’s actual existence, which I think still takes place in a Transylvanian castle where even the most intrepid of travelers fear to tread.
Further proving my point, Uncle Karl’s take on grocery shopping: “It’s the first time I’ve stepped into a supermarket. It’s crazy — fascinating what one can buy. There’s enough here to easily gain 20 kilos.”
By someone used to getting his food mama-birded to him by Baptiste Giabiconi, food shopping would be an awkward experience. Much like driving: “I haven’t driven since I was 18, and that’s a benefit to society because I ended up in a ditch, without knowing why!”
To be fair, however, it was the 1800s and no one had invented paved roads yet. [WWD]