We should all be like Karl Lagerfeld

I heard he eats baby bunny rabbits for breakfast. Quick blanching in boiling water to loosen fur, then throws into oven at 365 degrees for 3 minutes.

I heard once that he gave a waiter a signed napkin, for a complimentary wardrobe at his Paris store, because the waiter's oufit was making him nauseated and unable to eat lunch.

I also heard he frequents Styleforum once in a while, with the assistance of his personal assistance.

Originally Posted by lee_44106

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I heard he eats baby bunny rabbits for breakfast. Quick blanching in boiling water to loosen fur, then throws into oven at 365 degrees for 3 minutes. I heard once that he gave a waiter a signed napkin, for a complimentary wardrobe at his Paris store, because the waiter's oufit was making him nauseated and unable to eat lunch. I also heard he frequents Styleforum once in a while, with the assistance of his personal assistance.

I also heard he served as an Infantryman in the Crimean War. It's one of the more plausible sounding legends about Dame Karla.

Originally Posted by Patrician

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No, a book store. You know, where they sell books

You mean 7L but he also publishes books. I just didn't feel like writing a complete sentence.

You know, I've just been informed by a fellow snarktastic denizen of teh Karla who will remain nameless, that not only did he serve in Crimea, but that he was in the Kaiser's Royal Linzer Mincers, who successfully fought off the Charge of the Light-in-teh-Loafers Brigade.

Further, like Walk Whitman, he also served as a nurse in drag, calling himself Frau Florenze Nachtingele, wherein he saved the most fabulous privates.

Fashion PlatesThe weird and wonderful dieting advice of Karl Lagerfeld. By Amanda Fortini http://www.slate.com/id/2120489/ "Four years ago, when the couturier Karl Lagerfeld dropped 92 pounds in 13 months, a public obsessed with the vicissitudes of celebrity weight took notice. How did a man who once swathed his ample girth in layers of oversized black clothing, who hid his double chin behind a fluttering Spanish fan, manage to lose the fleshly equivalent of an adolescent girl? The press blamed drugs, liposuction, illness, anorexia. But the gossip was merely a pretext to pose the question that arises whenever a celebrity trims down: How did he shed the weight? Never one to miss a lucrative opportunity, Lagerfeld, who has designed for Chanel since 1983, codified his diet secrets in book form. Since its 2004 publication, The Karl Lagerfeld Diet has sold nearly 200,000 copies in Europe and Asia, and last month it was released in America. Not that you would know. In a country where diet manuals are the national literature, the book has received scant attention. Perhaps this is because The Karl Lagerfeld Diet makes few concessions for an American audience, aside from changing kilos to pounds and "fat people" to "overweight." Unlike the best-selling French Women Don't Get Fat, whose Gallic philosophy is presented in a relentlessly cheerful tone, The Karl Lagerfeld Diet arrives stateside boasting snooty European airs. To Americans, it no doubt appears as odd and incongruous as a chevalier at a state fair. Though the regimen bears the designer's famous name, it's actually the creation of Lagerfeld's Parisian physician, Jean-Claude Houdret, who pens most of the book, with Lagerfeld swooping in on occasion. The diet, also called "The Spoonlight Program," is a low-carb, low-fat, low-calorie affair that is unmistakably French. The book includes recipes for dishes such as fish soufflà , quail flambà , ham and raspberry mousse, vegetables in aspic, and roast guinea fowl with tarragon. One meal per day must consist of Slim Fast-style "protein sachets," available in delectable flavors like "cream soup," "egg-based custard," and "bread and cakes." And health-conscious readers will recognize certain recommendations as suspect: Houdret encourages the liberal use of artificial sweeteners and diet sodas and discourages exercise because it "runs the risk of making you hungry." If dieters do feel peckish—at 1,000 to 1,200 calories a day this is a very real prospect—they should not despair. "You can have a little homeopathic granule if you are very hungry," Lagerfeld says indulgently. Unlike most American gurus, who optimistically insist that dieters need never feel hungry, Lagerfeld and Houdret view deprivation as part of the project of slimming down. "It has to be a sort of punishment," the German-born Lagerfeld tells Ingrid Sischy in a prefatory interview. A dieter, he tells her, must submit to his own martial law: "You are a general and you have a single soldier in your army. You must give him instructions and he must carry them out. It may annoy him but he has no choice." But it's Houdret who takes the book's bleak, unforgiving tone to its extreme. "Do you have enough moral strength?" he demands, a drill sergeant barking at recruits. "Without real commitment, without the determination to understand and accept the diet, all those who embark upon it are destined to failure." Imagine Suzanne Somers saying that. Of course, maintaining an iron will is easy if one has minimal contact with food. Lagerfeld lives like an Old-World aristocrat ("The only calendar I follow is that of circumstance and desire"), with homes in Paris, Biarritz, and Monte Carlo, and he has a personal chef to cook his meals. "I enjoy eating what my chef prepares for me. ... I also appreciate his little discoveries such as mixing my protein supplements with sauces, soups, or soufflà s" he says, apparently unaware that his readers may be flambà ing the quail themselves. With regard to leftovers, the book urges, "Throw them away! That way you won't be tempted to finish them." Hardly a cost-effective solution when you're dining on guinea fowl and veal. Perhaps most alien, and potentially alienating, is the book's unapologetic emphasis on appearance. Lagerfeld repeatedly states that fashion, specifically the desire to wear the superslim fashions of the aptly named Hedi Slimane (who designs for Dior Homme), motivated him. When discussing their belief in the importance of one's exterior, Lagerfeld and Houdret, clearly a like-minded pair, don't mince words. "In order to have a place in society," Houdret writes, "both men and women have to be active, good looking and above all young—and therefore slim." Lagerfeld, ever extenuatory, puts it more concisely: "A respectable appearance is sufficient to make people more interested in your soul." Such an opinion is seldom heard in this country, where we tend to be embarrassed about superficiality. Instead, Americans often speak of dieting as a spiritual quest—a view that Lagerfeld sniffs at as "literary psychology." "A diet does not need a philosophical explanation, nor all those excuses behind which people often feel the need to take refuge," he tells Sischy. As silly as all this is, it's also refreshing. Lagerfeld explains that losing weight for sartorial reasons is a clever form of reverse psychology. "Going on a diet because of clothes is a completely different thing," he says. "It's a superficial reason; there's no obligation, nothing in your life depends upon it, apart from your wardrobe. ... You have to treat it as an unimportant challenge and that's why you succeed." Indeed, it may be easier to drop a few (or 90) pounds if the endeavor is not treated as such a, well, weighty matter. True to its Continental spirit, The Karl Lagerfeld Diet concludes with a peculiar literary exploration of the dandy—evidently because Lagerfeld, with his starched-collar shirts and willfully eccentric attitudes, fancies himself a Wildean character. Americans might not have given much thought to the plight of the dandy in modern society, but Houdret insists it is a critical issue. "Dandies have to put up with all sorts of irritation and insults," he writes. "Often criticized and sometimes jeered at, they are in a perpetual state of conflict with themselves—torn between what they are and what they would like to be, trying to achieve harmony with their ideal." So, if the diet fails to catch on with the overweight, who may prefer their fish fried to flambà ed, it may still find a sympathetic audience among America's vast, underrepresented dandy population." http://www.slate.com/id/2120489/

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You know, I've just been informed by a fellow snarktastic denizen of teh Karla who will remain nameless, that not only did he serve in Crimea, but that he was in the Kaiser's Royal Linzer Mincers, who successfully fought off the Charge of the Light-in-teh-Loafers Brigade.

Further, like Walk Whitman, he also served as a nurse in drag, calling himself Frau Florenze Nachtingele, wherein he saved the most fabulous privates.

This is great.

Can I start a blog, just so I can have guest entries by the Purveyor Of All Things Fabulous?

Originally Posted by Magician

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This is great.

Can I start a blog, just so I can have guest entries by the Purveyor Of All Things Fabulous?

Well... it was a collaborative effort, with large parts RJmanholebearpig, small parts Prof. Fab.

Originally Posted by amerikajinda

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Four years ago, when the couturier Karl Lagerfeld dropped 92 pounds in 13 months, a public obsessed with . . .

Come on.

Wholesale quotes without attribution are lazy at best or outright plagiarism at worst. If you took the time to lift this article word for word, take another few seconds and give some credit to both Slate and Ms. Fortini in this instance.




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^^ http://www.copywatch.org/index2.htm

Originally Posted by butkusrules

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Kinda off topic but Lagerfeld is a moron. Hear what he said when asked about fur coats? Im paraphrasing here but something along the lines of "Its ok because the beasts want to kill us so we might as well kill them first." How far off the beaten path is your frame of reference if you think that is a legitimate answer to the question?

im pretty sure he said this tongue in cheek, but however, this is my set of beliefs, man is a master over all beasts and i believe we can respectfully do anything to them to acquire any value out of them.

Interesting comment and this is heading way off the normal style forum arena but why do you think we are masters off all beasts and have the right to do with them as we please? From where do we derive this position?

Karl Lagerfeld is a big fan of Guy Bourdin, which is something to be appreciated and respected.

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Karl Lagerfeld is a big fan of Guy Bourdin, which is something to be appreciated and respected.

He also likes Helmut Newton and a bunch of your favourite 19th century dandies....

Originally Posted by Fuuma

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He also likes Helmut Newton and a bunch of your favourite 19th century dandies....

We could be friends.

Originally Posted by LabelKing

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We could be friends.

Aiming to be the new Jacques de Bascher?