and karl lagerfeld gets the last laugh.

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Or maybe not, since I’ve never once seen a snap of the Kaiser in anything resembling even the tiniest of grins. He may be stoic, but his designs are far from dry.

We often forget that fashion can – and should – be fun. Everything should be taken with a grain of salt (or a little Chanel-encased pill?); the industry itself may seems overbearing and serious with its cult following and all-or-nothing, melodramatic nature, but in the end, fashion can be humorous. Nothing is written in stone or made by the rules. Think about it – what you see in fashion today is but an aesthetically composed piece that once sprouted from a person’s doodles and imagination.

♥

bisous,

La C.

P.S.: For all you curious non-pareils’ sweet tweets, messages, and e-mails asking about the prom (and yes, I did just call it the prom), it was absolutely fantastic, and one of the best nights of my life. Four/five hours of dancing, non-stop, can do no wrong in my eyes. The weekend, however, was quite interesting, and thus resulted with sleepless escapades. I’m still recuperating. (Thus the Chanel pills above.) Ah, rest, where art thou? Save me from these weeks of insanity and work. Or Father Time, hear my pleas. Extend the day to forty-eight hours so I can finish everything? Merci.