262 posts tagged "Karl Lagerfeld"
Word came this morning that Karl Lagerfeld’s parent company has sold a 30 percent stake in the line to PVH Corp., whose stable of brands includes both Calvin Klein and Tommy Hilfiger. While the details of the deal weren’t made public, no price seems too high for the brand of a man with his own emojis.
What is it with fashion icons of a certain age and masturbation this week? On Tuesday, Karl Lagerfeld told the Guardian that he despised selfies, calling them a form of “electronic masturbation.” Considering the inherent narcissism of the new age phenomenon, we think he’s on to something. And photographer David Bailey agrees. Bailey told London’s Evening Standard, “I didn’t even know what a selfie was until six months ago. I thought it meant masturbation. Although of course it is masturbation of a sort.” Wait until he finds out what else people are doing with their camera phones.
We’ve always revered the house of Chanel on a borderline-religious level, but director Robert Carsen took Coco and Karl’s divinity-like qualities a bit more literally. In Carsen’s new adaptation of Jean-Philippe Rameau’s famous comic opera Platée, a Karl look-alike (think white ponytail, slim black suit, leather pants, and fluffy pet cat) plays the devious Jupiter, and a woman in tweed—a riff on Coco—plays Juno, his jealous wife.
According to WWD, the satire dates back to the 18th century and was inspired by the marriage of Louis, Dauphin of France, and Infanta Maria Teresa of Spain, who was evidently no beauty queen. To quell Juno’s raging jealousy, Jupiter descends to Earth (on the famous mirrored staircase from Chanel HQ, to boot) and pretends to flirt with Platée, an ugly water nymph. Initially outraged, Juno realizes Jupiter would never fall for Platée—who truly believes Jupiter loves her. Jupiter and Juno reconcile and return to Olympus, leaving lowly Platée on Earth to despair in her misfortune.
While we can’t imagine Coco and Karl could ever be so cruel (or could they?), we wouldn’t mind seeing their wicked antics onstage. The Franco-Austrian production premiered in Vienna last week, is running in Paris through Sunday, and will come to New York’s Lincoln Center on April 2.
Ever wonder why you’ve never seen a selfie from Karl Lagerfeld? “They are this horrible thing where you are distorted. The chin is too big, the head is too small,” he told the Guardian. “No, this is electronic masturbation.” (Funnily enough, Lagerfeld installed photo booths in the fitting rooms of his new London store specifically to encourage selfies, but we’ll let it slide.) He’s not opposed to phone snaps of his beloved feline Choupette, though, and reportedly has the cat’s maid (yes, Choupette has a maid, obviously) send him photo updates of her kitty antics every hour. “Everything is controlled by her,” he asserted. “She wakes me up at 7am because she wants me to bring her fresh croquettes, she won’t touch food from the night before, she gets offers for food commercials but it is out of the question. She is a kept woman.” And while Cara Delevingne no doubt has a special place in Lagerfeld’s heart, it doesn’t sound like Choupette, who Lagerfeld once called “the most beautiful cat in the world,” has any cause for jealousy. “She is not a standout beauty,” Lagerfeld said of the model, apparently pointing out her brow line. “Was it Bacon who said, ‘There is not beauty without some strangeness in the proportions’?” On second thought, maybe Karl’s symmetrical chat should be concerned after all—perhaps she should try some false eyebrows to stay in the designer’s good graces.
You probably don’t know Hélène Nepomiatzi, but you’ve certainly seen her work: She was the hand behind Céline’s Boogie Bag back in the Michael Kors era. She’s also worked with Balmain. But it was Karl Lagerfeld who gave the designer her first break. “He asked me to make a hat out of a handbag for a show [of his eponymous line],” Nepomiatzi recalled yesterday over a coffee in Paris. “I had no idea how I was going to do that, but I said yes.” Other Lagerfeld projects, including a flower bouquet bag and a dog carrier, followed. The art world took note, too: A telescoped python bag Nepomiatzi crafted under her former brand, 31 Février, was snapped up by Pamela Golbin for the Musée des Arts Décoratifs. And the rigid one-off with an inside light she did with Ron Arad for Notify jeans in 2008 touched down at both the MoMA and the Centre Pompidou.
If there’s something a bit otherworldly about Nepomiatzi’s signature style, there’s a good reason for it. The designer happens to know a thing or two about dream interpretation, and symbols tied to money are common currency for her namesake brand. “In France, money is kind of taboo—sort of the way sex is in the U.S.,” she observed wryly. “I thought it would be fun to play with that [notion] in a humorous, provocative way.”
For fall, she’s turned out her now-classic Fort Knox model with tricolor strips of leather anchored by bolt clasps, an homage to her grandfather, who fashioned such hardware.
On a more surreal note, there’s her matchbook purse, as well as a clutch made to look as though it’s dripping in blood. But if that’s a bit strong, there’s another that’s drizzled with gold.
Speaking of coin: Argent, the French word for money, also means silver. In a neat piece of symmetry, the silversmith Christofle recently tapped Nepomiatzi to craft a little passport cover in mirrored leather. Come September, you’ll be able to see how she’s spun that bright idea into the house’s first collection of leather goods.
For more information, visit helenenepomiatzi.com.