When I read about Karl Lagerfeld urging men to slap a turban on their heads in the name of high fashion, I wanted to see what Karl himself would look like wearing one. The turban, errr "Murban" shown on the sleek male model in the accompanying article wasn't the sort you'd see on a handsome Sikh riding a fine stallion into the sunset, nope, it looked more like something granny would wear to keep her hair dry while she swam her morning laps at the local YMCA. Medium: Ink and acrylic on paper. SOLD
this "painting" is disgusting , tasteless and dull ...
if that's all you got from the show do yourself a favour and leave the fashion world be ... do something else ... ok ? it's better for everyone ...
it's cuz of people like you that there is still such a closed mentality about so many thing ...
rather insipid and tasteless ...
LD
Posted by: Lucien Devereux | November 20, 2011 at 02:38 AM
Karl's got a "muse" now? That's awesome! A closely trailing behind concubine with the looks of a god, and the vocabulary of a tourist in a foreign land. Can't you see him storming out of a meeting with the publishers of Vogue, his last words being "Come, Muse.", which is Giabiconi's cue to sheepishly exit quickly on the heels of his Liege, and onto their next adventure.
Posted by: hejingjoy | June 13, 2011 at 02:29 AM
LOL Vern.
I read an interview with Lagerfeld once. It was common sense and down to earth. Nothing you would expect when you look at the man.
Posted by: sweet subversion | June 11, 2011 at 07:25 PM
I love the picture Lance put in my head. "Come, Muse." Aaahahahaa!!!! That's perfect.
14, you are so right... the "murban" is ridiculous in comparison to a real turban on a sharp looking eastern dude.
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Posted by: Male Celebrity | June 08, 2011 at 08:52 AM
Karl's got a "muse" now? That's awesome! A closely trailing behind concubine with the looks of a god, and the vocabulary of a tourist in a foreign land. Can't you see him storming out of a meeting with the publishers of Vogue, his last words being "Come, Muse.", which is Giabiconi's cue to sheepishly exit quickly on the heels of his Liege, and onto their next adventure.
Posted by: Lance Von T | June 06, 2011 at 09:08 PM
Sweetie,
It was just ONE bad hair day....surely there's no need....perhaps we could talk about it....fine! But I'm shaving my head! Then you'll be sorry!
Call me.
Posted by: Vern | June 06, 2011 at 06:14 PM
My Great Aunt "Sistah" used to wear a turban, "to make huh hair bettah".
Onkel Karl doesn't really look like "Sistah" here though, he looks more like my Grandma Aggie.
However, like Sistah, Onkel Karl wears the same shit incessantly, relentlessly, and perpetually. I think it would kill us all if he cut his hair, took off those sunglasses and wore something with actual color. That would unleash the rapture ...
Posted by: sweetsubversion | June 06, 2011 at 04:34 PM