Lagerfeld Confidential Page #4

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You mustn't get attached to things.

They're burdensome.

Coming from you, who has a library...

I know!

Don't talk about it.

It's a nightmare.

I'm not sure what to do with it all.

The clothes upstairs...

They're ephemeral.

I only wear last season's clothes.

It's my job.

It's fine for a designer to wear

old jeans and disgusting t-shirts

and create dresses.

But if you like fashion, you wear it.

You said that sexually,

you didn't want to do anything now.

For the public, that's just fine.

As a result...

Not do anything.

The way you talk!

Can't you flower it up a bit?

The blunt and primitive nature of your

questions is positively distressing!

Horrid! Which gymnastics do

you mean, my dear Rodolphe?

A physical relationship is fine

but it is condemned

to be something more fleeting.

The daily grind burns up such things,

so idealisation is rather good.

I'm not interested in

the reality of people.

People aren't accountable to me.

I only see what I want to see.

I don't go any further.

It's usually to their advantage.

It's better to benevolently skim over

than try to get involved in things

that have nothing to do with me.

The past is in the past.

That's fine.

You have the results of your past

but I don't want to analyse

the why and the how.

I'm against analysis.

To quote my mother again

if you're honest, you know

the question and the answer.

It reminds me of

the New York caricature

of a guy on an analyst's couch, saying,

Doctor I feel mediocre.

You are mediocre, says the doctor.

Perhaps the clear-headed already know that.

I'm so arrogant,

I don't think I am.

Maybe people need to loosen up.

I didn't have a hard childhood,

I found answers to whatever questions

I had and it doesn't really interest me.

Hundreds of years ago,

sublime cultures existed

without any psychoanalysis.

She looks pretty there.

There was a shadow,

I toned it down...

The result is pretty.

A dog with a hard on.

A dog with a hard on?

The red is ultra-powerful.

Ultra-powerful!

If you keep pushing yourself

to the limit, you have no life.

I don't want that.

You don't have much as it is.

I do, I have a life that suits me,

which is the right one. Some other life

isn't necessarily the one for you.

I've been asked to write a preface

for a book of photos of a bordello.

I think it's funny.

I'm rather pro-prostitution.

It avoids frustration

and I admire people who do it.

It can't be much fun.

Thank goodness for it.

We can't all afford a mistress

or an expensive friend.

People need relief or

they become murderers.

Is that a moral position?

That's how I see it anyway.

It's like what we

were saying about porn films.

People are outraged but...

It's easy to act out emotions.

I imagine

it's much harder to give a blow job.

To do what?

Being filmed giving a blow job

must be harder. Sorry.

Emotions can be faked but at some point...

It has a role in society, otherwise it

wouldn't be the world's oldest profession.

This one's done...

LAGERFELD CONFIDENTIEL

You bought a house in New York?

Yes, but it isn't finished yet.

Will you live there?

As my mother always said,

I live wherever I am.

I don't like the notion

of living somewhere.

I have no roots.

I'm transportable,

transformable,

whatever.

I don't have roots,

that's all bullshit.

I just want to stand on my own two feet,

which means not having roots.

Do you get the feeling

that time is short?

I don't think that.

But you could fall down the stairs,

bust yourself up,

you might get murdered...

Who knows? I'm not self-important

enough to shout about it.

So it doesn't bother me.

There are people I'd hate to lose.

For myself, since it means

cancelling out all emotionalism

and since I don't believe

in rebirth or resurrection, etc,

it doesn't really matter.

I don't know what existed before

I was born. Then it's over.

Maybe passing away is awakening

from the dream of life.

Don't dramatise your body.

Billions of people live on earth.

You can't shout about every single one.

Billions of people died before us,

who didn't know our religions,

who are condemned to hell

because they didn't know the word...

That's just bad literature.

We're here, then we're gone.

You're admired by people,

then they forget you.

Mr Pfrunder, would you walk

down the street with me in?

He doesn't mean it,

he was in shock!

Only you could carry it off.

Maybe I'll have another.

Isn't it rather Darling?

It's visionary.

We're not going anywhere bourgeois...

Four blocks.

I could find it easily on foot.

It's easy.

You turn right up here...

Business Class passengers

for Air France flight 011

to Paris, in collaboration

with Delta flight 8557,"

are invited to board at Gate 3.

On behalf of Air France,

I wish you a pleasant flight.

This is your captain.

Before the plane can take off,

passengers must be seated

for a head count.

Otherwise we'll lose time

and we are already late...

Unbelievable.

They're two hours late.

Who is this Little Red Riding Hood?

I'm acting the refugee.

Oh, I didn't get it, for once!

Turkey, right?

Nice.

What is it?

A dressing gown.

Like a Japanese kimono.

Come and see.

Goodnight, Karl.

I'm not tired, I won't sleep.

It's not a long trip.

You won't go to bed?

No, I hate that.

You must be kidding.

I'll sleep in a few years' time.

Don't shoot,

it'll be like a charter flight.

Does your camera work in the dark?

How awful!

They'll wake us up soon enough...

Do you think there's anyone

who really knows you?

Or does nobody know you

like you know yourself?

It's difficult for me to answer.

I've moulded people's ideas

about me so much

that I think it's almost impossible.

I want it to be impossible,

even for people I love deeply.

I don't want to be real

in other people's lives.

I want to be an apparition.

I appear, then disappear.

I don't want to have reality

in anyone's life

because I don't want it in mine.

That's the secret of it all.

Don't start with the cliches

about loneliness and all that.

For people like me,

solitude is a victory.

It's a battle.

People who do a job that claims

to be creative, like mine,

have to be alone

to recharge their batteries.

You can't live 24 hours a day

in the spotlight and remain creative.

So many of the things I do,

such as reading,

can't be done in the company of others.

You keep impossible hours.

I might want to read at any time

so I'm for everyone having

an independent life.

Using someone else as a crutch

is dangerous for people like me.

I'm constantly skating on thin ice

and I have to cross it

before it breaks.

The End

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