I was walking along the street today- I ended up crashing the motorbike into the Dior salon- and an incredibly short man wearing a suit came up to me. “Karl, could I take your photo?” he asked. (…) I said: “who the hell are you?”
The man was taken aback by this. “I, well, I am The Sartorialist” he said. “So you’re another one of those superheroes?” said I, “we’ve got enough of them, you know. We’ve got Batman, and Superman, and Spiderman (although I think he mostly does office work these days)- all of them. Anyway. What is your magic power?”
“I can take photos.”
“You can take photos! My my my,” I said attempting to put on a southern accent whilst sounding like rubber bent around a tree.
“Not just any photos. I take The Sartorialist (TM) photos.”
HAHA a história continua no blog (fake, mas ÓTIMO) do Karl Lagerfeld, Karl Lagerfeld’s Guide to Life.