I’m just going to put it out there: Lindsay Lohan is no Elizabeth Taylor, and I, among others, find myself vaguely and inexplicably offended by Lifetime’s decision to cast her as such. It pains me to see anyone fanning the flames of the formerly great young actress’s delusions of grandeur, and being tapped to play such an icon is certain to balloon her already bloated ego. To be honest, though, what’s a cheesy Lifetime movie in the grand scheme of things, and really, I wouldn’t be surprised if it never even makes it to TV — Lindsay is notoriously shifty, with a penchant for lateness and unacceptable on-set behavior. She’s also played the part before, in a way, in a 2006 cover and editorial for Interview magazine shot by Karl Lagerfeld. That was a considerable amount of time ago, before the disastrous yellowing teeth and gratuitous face-altering, but if the photos serve as any evidence, Lohan is decidedly unfit for the role: she’s too angsty, too smoldering, too dark to suit the pensive, wide-eyed, almost-innocence that was Liz. Check out another photo after the jump, and tell me — are you buying Lindsay’s impression? Would you even be interested in seeing the Lifetime flick? Keep reading »
I get such a kick out of Karl. After casually poking fun at, like, everyone who isn’t Karl Lagerfeld last week, the kaiser is back and biting with a first-person Harper’s Bazaar feature that documents his life in 24 hours. If you’re sensitive to the shameless bourgeois, skip it, because I swear to god this article reads like a Bret Easton Ellis novel… and hilariously, awesomely so. However alienating he may be, Karl and I do have one thing in common: we refer to our cats as being “very refined.” After the jump, check out some of my favorite quotes from the feature. [Harper's Bazaar] Keep reading »
If the three bedroom, 3.5 bathroom NYC apartment (in the Gramercy Park neighborhood in Manhattan) Karl Lagerfeld has put on the market for $5.2 million looks completely uninhabited, well, that’s because it is. The German couturier never actually moved in to — and most likely never even spent a night in — the stunning airy abode he paid $6.575 million for six years ago, and there’s no sign of the apartment having been anything more than one very beautiful and exquisitely pristine model home. Both the location, which overlooks the park, and the space are ideal: the building’s address, 50 Gramercy Park North, is a division of the Gramercy Park Hotel… as in, the staff of the hotel is also by extension the staff of your home. Two words come to mind: room service. Not for the Kaiser, of course, and definitely not in this virginal crib. What’s the point in having a magnificent apartment if you can’t eat in bed? None, I say. And, um, what’s good with the creepy headless statue? [Curbed NY]
I can always count on Karl Lagerfeld to reassert just how much different his life is from the lives of us mere plebes. Rumors swirled this week after he suggested via Twitter that “we would see him like we’d never seen him before,” and yesterday morning WWD came out with the details: the April issue of Elle France, which debuts tomorrow, features an 8-page editorial depicting the famed couturier in various … pedestrian circumstances. It does so with Lagerfeld’s trademark condescension, a wink that says, “Of course I would never actually do this.” The joke’s on us, then, because this glimpse of a different Karl comes on the heels of the recent launch of his new line, an eponymous lower-priced venture. I guess he’s trying to work on his mass appeal. [Fashionista]
Chanel is one of the biggest trendsetters season after season. After all, we’re talking about the brand that made temporary tattoos chic. Global creative director of beauty Peter Philips is inarguably a makeup mastermind and his bedazzled eyebrows are nothing if not striking, but I pray that this latest venture will not be the next one to make its way off the runway and out into the streets. High fashion is high fashion for a reason. This is the reason.
For some reason, the French put Karl Lagerfeld in charge of the Paris edition of the Metro yesterday, giving the Chanel designer free reign to say whatever ridiculous thing he pleases. Herr Karl’s made such a habit of ridiculousness — claiming the best way to stay thin is by chain-smoking and downing Diet Coke and consomme (see The Karl Lagerfeld Diet for reference)– that nothing surprises us anymore. He just poops these kind of brazenly tacky comments out. Like his take on Lana del Rey and Adele. Just another day in the life of a strange O-ffend-O Bot. [Styleite]
I await each Chanel show with bated breath, thrilled at the prospect of Karl Lagerfeld’s latest blowout. Need you be reminded, he notoriously flew a 265-ton glacier imported from Sweden to the venue of his Autumn/Winter 2010 show. For the Spring/Summer show that preceded it, he turned the runway into a massive barn, replete with actual hay. But just how lavish is Chanel, exactly? Let’s put it this way: lavish enough to host Tuesday’s S/S 2012 couture show on a life-size plane situated in the Grand Palais. Keep reading »