Karl Lagerfeld Hits London
“Not unless I have to.” That was Karl Lagerfeld’s answer when he was asked how often he comes to London. Nothing personal against the city, mind. He just prefers to travel when he has something clearly defined to do at his destination. And last night was as good a reason as any: the launch of his own Karl collections for men and women, exclusive to Selfridge’s. A platoon of Karl-clad androids formed an honor guard outside the store, while guests waited in a Karl-customized space on the rooftop. And waited. At one point, a helicopter hovered tantalizingly close. Suzy Menkes waved hopefully, to no avail. When he finally made it, Lagerfeld chose the specially customized elevator over a rope ladder.
Karlettes old and new clustered. Juno Temple admitted she’s been nursing an obsession for fine lingerie since she was 13. Bear that in mind when you see her in the astonishing—and NC-17-rated—Killer Joe. Bip Ling accessorized with the stand-up collar and fingerless leather gloves that are Lagerfeld signatures, but she was keen for the world to know that the apricot leather sheath she was shoe-horned into was also from the Karl collection. “He does color,” she chirped.
After just two days of sunshine, everyone had effortlessly switched to full-on summer mode. Easy for Selfridge’s Creative Director Alannah Weston, just back from celebrating her 40th in Puglia. And Daphne Guinness looked positively tanned after a sojourn in LA. Lagerfeld himself was on British soil for five hours before flying back to Paris, then on to Rome, then back to St Tropez for the summer. But I somehow doubt that a tan is on his crowded agenda.
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