EMPEROR KARL IN DA HOUSE

Put me next to Kanye West and my heart rate remains a stable 70 beats per minute. But put me next to, in front of, behind, or underneath Grace Coddington, Mario Testino, or Kate Moss and immediately it turns out that there is an excited groupie living inside me.
So too when I stepped out of the car last night at Avenue Winston Churchill for the Grand Palais in Paris. I placed the camera bag on the ground, looked up and saw there…Karl. King Karl. Emperor Karl.
He had done a pre-visit and left the building before the masses would storm in. And Karl is a bit older (though you really wouldn’t say so) so he probably wanted to be early among the Egyptian cotton. Or do something with a bank, a blanket, and Choupette. But now he was here.

If I could PHOTOGRAPH him for the Look of the Day? He shook his head no.

What he thought was the most beautiful artwork of the exhibition (because I had indeed also had an exclusive preview? The enormous 3D Dior bow made from j’Adore bottles. That was also my favorite. Karl. We have a connection. But we’ve known that for years. Meanwhile, Karl walked on. Two handsome boys clearly showed me that they were going to a party and I was not invited. Definitely not. I kept a respectful distance. My colleague Karin Kuijpers (newspaper girls never let go) completely ignored the stern men and boldly approached Karl. They had a moment. Hooray.

Karl got into the car. Buckled his seatbelt obediently and gave a short nod. Karl, it was awesome. Next time with us!