This fashion year has seen Jeremy Scott take the reins as creative director at fashion powerhouse Moschino, spectators at the international bi-annual shows bore witness to the creative genius of Olivier Rousteing for Balmain and were captivated by the stunning model favourite Joséphine Le Tutour. As always, the world of fashion is moving forward and evolving albeit under the guidance of fresh young faces. Still, there are some whose enduring presence and voices of reason cannot be ignored or erased: Anna Wintour, André Leon Talley, and Grace Coddington, to name but a few. Yet, it is a certain white haired, opaque shaded individual who has piqued my interest of late and judging by the abundance of articles, odes and tributes floating around fashion cyberspace these past few months, that of many others as well.
It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what about this unabashedly critical character hailing from Hamburg, Germany has earned-and kept-him such a loyal following but one can try. Possibly, it’s the authority with which he states and predicts trends, or perhaps it’s pure fear…Maybe it’s just the fact that he truly is impeccably coiffed. Personally, what first drew me to Karl Lagerfeld was his unshakeable sense of self which is so lacking in the industry. Whilst his comments are consistently-sometimes quite deservedly –harsh, Karl’s Kourage is something to behold and even admire; in the Galliano race controversy, Karl stood his ground on the issue and vocalised his anger with the designer. Now, one moral right doesn’t erase all wrongs and Karl has definitely sparked his fair share of outrage. However, I have yet to hear that he hasn’t either owned up to or defended his views.
Whatever it is in this professional eccentric’s make-up that gives him such confidence, I want some. On that note:
Dear King K. Lagerfeld I,
Teach me your ways.