So anyways, my assistant came shrieking into the showroom today and said there was an unusal collezione of Japanese girls and rabid photographers clustered around Chanel down the block from where I work. Why I ask, and he comes back with those now frothy words I immediately absorbed " Karl Lagerfeld is doing a shoot on the sidewalk".
Leave desk, run down Wooster. Join the mobbe of gorgeousness. Again, this is why I live here. Anyways there was zero security as Karl Slimman erratically but gently barked a series of kind orders to some FYT (fierce young thing) working about 10 feet of sidewalk. It was all very quiet and delirious, as Karl and his dizzy asssitants uploaded the freshly shot images to a Powerbook and continued the process for about another 10 minutes, until he apparently got bored and giddily retreated around the corner into the entrance of the Chanel store. 
Slowly the small crowd gently drifted in his direction like we were following Jesus or something, when he turned around and warmly greeted his fans. Bien sur, I was the first to say hi like a drunk American tourist, but I haven't had my Jamba Juice yet today and I was feeling light headed. Anyways this is how our conversation went.... I KID YOU NAUGHT!
RK: Karl, I love your book.
KL: Which one...I have written three....
RK : The diet book
KL: It's not available yet in America.
RK: I know, it's coming out in May....
KL: Well hopefully it works for you!
Delirious hipsters chuckle,I'm totes dying....
RK: laughing...what can I say, I'm American.....can I get a picture!?
Before this I had passed my $600 camera (duh) to some random hipster in the crowd , who snaps my picture, and asks me to pose again.... GENIUS.
KL: We can call this Before and After.....
RK: I know, right... you're the Before!
Karl sips her wine, and chuckles.... I shook his hand and I discreetly jet with my wundeful souvenir.
I rarely get starstruck but I had to run to see this... He worked, as always, some crazed 17th century leather queen dominatrix look avec multichains dangling across his skeletal frame and that heavily powdered perruche that positively gleemed in the crisp spring air... or was that the smell of his ridiculously liquored bref? Regardless I got to basque in the glow of His Highness today and can't wait to start my wine and cigarette diet in May!!
I asked him if he was going to the Black Party, you know considering he seemed tres into Kara Suan's leather craftiness, but he quipped back with a "does it look like any of this is my scene" as he waved his denim draped arm over the village like a queen surveying her queendom. Jay was extremly cool theaux and I thought that he was the kind of freeky funster that seems to be all but gone from New York these days. So welcome to New York Jay. Enjoy working for Banana Republique (he joked "Its just an internship"). You are in. Make fashion happen.
