Just in time for Halloween, a horror-show of a documentary about Karl Lagerfeld has opened in New York.Â According to one review:
Mr. Lagerfeld claims to be â€œa complete improvisation.â€
â€œI donâ€™t want to be real in other peopleâ€™s minds,â€ he declares. â€œI want to be an apparition.â€
As a child, he admits, he was â€œunbearable and spoiledâ€ and compares himself to Shirley Temple. Even now, he cannot go to sleep without a pillow clutched to his stomach.
His mother, he says, was â€œthe polar opposite of a typical German mother.â€ She â€œexuded frivolityâ€ and â€œmade slaves of everyone.â€ Mr. Lagerfeld displays a similar mixture of eccentricity and severity. With his white ponytail, high white collars, sunglasses, fingerless gloves (his hands are festooned with rings) and preference for black, he resembles a man of the cloth, â€œa defrocked one,â€ he says matter-of-factly.
His most unsettling remarks concern friendship. Hanging over every close relationship, he asserts, is a sword of Damocles. And he implies that many have been permanently exiled from his court. â€œForgiveness isnâ€™t something Iâ€™m preoccupied with,â€ he says. â€œTurning the other cheek is not my trip. The curtain falls: an iron curtain.â€
Izzy thinks that Lagerfeld needs a hug.