So far, Karl Lagerfeld, 81, was and is a huge inspirational character for me and certainly for many others.
Ageless, the designer of 17 collections per year absorbs trends, styles and “l’air du temps” in a very personal way, over stepping fashion, standards or the simple idea of hype. Highly spirited, mischievous and hard working, Lagerfeld-the man has a great sense of humour and dialogue who’s keeping him as effervescent as a vitamin C. Eccentric seems a word created for him, who communicates with friends by fax or travelling with his personal butler (who wears a white coat and tie, please!) greeting him with a chilled wine glass of Diet Coke…
But I was very surprised visiting his Visual Journey photography exhibition.
Why ? Because it was like watching Visconti’s Death in Venice and reading Proust at a cemetery. Composed by moments without a real connection between them, the journey left me sad and in strange melancholic state of mind. Without a red thread, the expensive selection of photos mixed fashion moments, a personal vision of Oscar Wilde’s A Portrait of Dorian Grey featuring Eva Herzigová and Larry Scott as Monsieur and Madame Grey, conceptual photos and many, way too many Baptiste Giabiconi’s photos. The exhibition ends with a never-ending Daphnis et Chloé series in black and white, where beside Giabiconi’s perfect body, nothing happens, but an endless sadness.
Strange experience where I felt Lagerfeld as the aging, tired old man thinking with persistence at the end, more that he’ll acknowledge in public.
I could almost picture him as the main character in Old man and the sea, where the sea is his own fashion world.