Another day, another opportunity for Karl Lagerfeld to talk smack about a new woman’s physical appearance. After taking a moment recently to bestow praise on the Duchess— “Kate Middleton has a nice silhouette…I like that kind of woman. I like romantic beauties,”—he redirected his gaze. ”On the other hand, her sister struggles. I don’t like the sister’s face. She should only show her back.”
Moments like this always lead me to wonder how exactly to classify Karl Lagerfeld: 1. Mostly crazy and a little mean? or 2. Really mean and just a little bit crazy? Invariably, I go for option two. And then I add a heaping dose of self-loathing into the mix. People are rarely such unkind judges of others unless they’re coming from a place of some rather deep self-contempt themselves.
“I don’t think Adele would deny that she was fat. And I bet she doesn’t. Karl Lagerfeld used to be fat himself, so you gotta think about that. He’s obviously not proud of that fact. I also think that people give him way too much power! He’s just an eccentric designer who makes amazing art but doesn’t always say the coolest shit. And the way I feel about Adele is, I doubt, and I hope, and I’m pretty confident that she does not think about Karl Lagerfeld, ever.”