Lagerfeld Confidential Page #3

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I find it sits better on the page.

I've always adored doing that.

One of my favourite art materials

is Tipp-Ex.

For satin and other things.

You use Tipp-Ex?

- I love it.

Pastel on Tipp-Ex

gives you something akin to oil

only without the disadvantage

of taking centuries to dry,

which I hate.

I'm rather pernickety

but I like disorder at work.

I'd freeze at a tidy desk.

Not that it's likely to happen...

A satin ribbon fastened to a tulle skirt.

How are you doing?

Is the problem solved?

Is there any choke point?

Look, the podium starts here.

Here are the stairs.

Nicole is here,

and there are stairs to the side

she can climb...

She has to be close to the stairs.

We'll tell them to slide them.

Wouldn't Nicole be better here?

The photographers are here.

The girls enter here...

The first bunch of five brats,

or whatever they're called...

They come in.

Then a certain distance behind,

Daria enters.

She stops here a second, carries on.

When Daria is here, I move here,

the girls follow,

the others fill the gap.

But won't they need a telephoto lens

for the others?

They'll rush forward.

- As usual.

You'll let them sully the red carpet?

It's May 68 all over again!

Unbelievable.

They do it every time.

Once they're on the carpet,

we'll never get them off.

Yes, because there are always

people there. Not Nicole.

They take photos and...

No, wait, Francoise...

This must be kept empty...

Until I get there...

We keep them here

till Karl and Nicole arrive.

Someone has to act as guard.

Can you run it by me again?

I'll tell you once we're there.

He's hitting me with his rings.

It hurts.

Give someone a hand and it hurts.

Like the song,

'Fais-moi mal', Johnny.

He used to be able to pat you.

It used to be nice...

Oh, it's nice anyway.

We can't take the stairs.

Walking on the collection.

How dreadful.

You're obviously loyal...

- Yes, very.

With your collaborators.

What surprises me, though,

is that you can split with someone

you've worked with for 30 years

in the blink of an eye.

It has to be that way.

The sword of Damocles

has to be hanging over people.

As soon as evolution ceases,

as soon there's an unforgivable act...

Forgiveness isn't something

I'm preoccupied with.

I didn't have a Catholic education,

so turning the other cheek isn't my trip.

The curtain falls.

An iron curtain.

Generally speaking,

when it happens,

believe me,

the victims aren't innocent.

Anyway, I don't judge.

They know the score,

they know my criteria,

if they think they can

operate differently...

It's up to them to play their part

or take the risk.

My road goes on

and every pitfall in the road

is skirted

pretty much definitively.

It's a responsibility.

Thousands of people work

in what I do. What we do.

We can't let the unbecoming egos

of a few a**holes

undermine all that.

So do I send Karl out?

No, your girls...

Oh, be quiet!

I send out Karl on his own,

to find Nicole.

Where's Daria now?

Where is she?

Ready for Karl?

Karl!

Is it fun?

- ya

I don't know how to get out here,

someone will take

ya, I know, right

can we go that way.

Take care!

Good night, bye!

We look daintiness today.

Here we go!

Success nullifies.

You have to do it again,

only better.

Preferably differently.

If you want nostalgia,

go ahead,

stick with your successes,

that's fine.

But it's not my mentality,

it's one I hate.

People talk of the good old days.

Old perhaps but not all that good.

Who cares?

Plus it makes the present

something secondhand.

If things used to be better,

you may as well give up.

Why bother if it's worse?

It has to be different,

you must adapt to changing times.

It's not:

"Elegance isn't what it was."

Notions, concepts and visions change.

If you stick to something doggedly,

you're off to a bad start.

Yes

so fast

turn around, it's wonderful

fantastic

very beautiful, Nicole

that's great, beautiful...

enough!

Did you get?

It's hard to do...

How's it?

Drinking and Eating...

so...

It was brilliant.

Bravo!

Hello, Sir.

- How are you?

Very well, thanks.

This dog's so cute!

Did you see the dog?

It isn't a Jack Russell, is it?

Who's coming with us?

Karl, it's 4 pm.

That's so great!

The fashion world amuses me.

I'm perfectly at ease in it.

People say, "It's not my scene."

I have no scene.

I go everywhere, I adapt.

It's ridiculous. People say...

I can't stand the fashion crowd,

I like architects, not artists."

It's the frustration.

Fashion people enchant me.

If I didn't take photos,

if I didn't live it to the hilt,

I couldn't do what I do today.

If you live in an ivory tower...

I won't name any names

but you can see what the result is.

This light here is a little white.

This line here.

The hands and face are in daylight.

What do older women have

between their breasts?

A navel.

Horrible, isn't it?

Nice background noise.

Quite an atmosphere in the commonroom.

Yes, she's pretty obsequious.

Mr Gan, come and work

instead of making phone calls.

Show an interest.

Gun fires!

Sit here.

Hot! Hot! Hot!

karl is about to take the sweater off

Something wickedness to me

The morning is the most beautiful time.

Look at this, it was painted in June.

June?

- Great, isn't it?

Crazy.

His best bit is the curve of his thigh.

It's pretty.

It's different.

The shadows look good.

Very late-18th-century Antiquity.

Amazing sky.

Have you ever secretly loved someone

without telling them?

Loving someone is fine but the person

has to love you back at the same time.

It's not a one-way thing.

It's tricky and for that reason,

hard to talk about.

There have been a few tragedies

I couldn't possibly talk about.

I know that at one stage

you lived with someone...

Never under the same roof.

I hated the idea of bourgeois marriages.

They wanted to be different,

now they want to be

like the bourgeoisie.

I'm against it. What was needed was

something new, a new way of living.

Marriage as we know it was created

by the Church for reproduction.

So let's invent something else,

not ape the despised bourgeoisie.

You can also try to piss off

the bourgeoisie

by forcing them to accept

something unacceptable,

whatever the format.

I didn't notice you were here.

I arrived in the candle smoke.

I can remember everything:

where it goes, where it's from,

exactly where I'm going to put it...

Surprisingly,

I can remember everything.

It's going in the library?

No, also in the studio library,

my private offices,

the rooms of civilised guests,

downstairs too...

All over.

In Malaparte's 1946 journal,

he crosses the Seine

to Place de la Concorde and says:

"Louis XV is still modern here."

On seeing the Gabriel buildings.

I'm kind of the same.

I love that era

but I don't feel the need

to physically own things from that time.

Right now, I have no desire to own.

It's all in my head.

It's better that way.

You can carry it everywhere.

Possessions are burdensome.

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