Karl Lagerfeld is awesome. A man of stark cotrasts, he would look like he had just stepped out of an 18th-century painting if it weren't for his tight, skinny jeans or the digital camera he carries. His signature heavily powdered white ponytail coexists with his huge, dark shades, which curve aerodynamically around his face (even though, he confides, he doesn't need glasses). This is a man who adores Björk, Jenny Holzer, and Hedi Slimane suits, and often quotes Lady Mendl. Droog fixtures and Ingo Maurer hologram lights share space with his childhood Louis XVI and Biedermeier in his homes. For Lagerfeld, it is obviously all about the mix. without the spice of the low the high bores him. But this fashion guru's most extraordinary quality is his superhero-octane energy.Manolo says, this, this is not the journalism! This is nothing more than the slobbering on the shoes of the evil Lagerfeld.
The Manolo, he is sorry to be so crude, but this article, it gives the Manolo the headache.
Manolo is feeling faint. He must go lay down now.
