Karl Lagerfeld and Chanel premiered the 2008-09 Cruise Collection yesterday at the Raleigh. I really wanted to go because I need to find myself a rich-ass MILF or GILF -- whatever, I'm not picky as long as the bitch is rich. A lot of people I know got to attend the show, why? I don't know; their poor asses couldn't afford the Kleenex the models eat in order to keep the hunger pains at bay. I'd like to think my invite was lost in the mail -- yep, that's it! Obviously, Chanel invited us! It must have been some issue with the U.S. Postal Service.
Anyway the fucking runway supposedly cost like a bajillion dollars and they had the U.S. Olympic synchronized swimming team do some shit that I probably wouldn't have cared for any way. But if I may interject here, aren't we in an economic recession? Who the fuck is thinking of dropping $10,000 on a Chanel outfit and high-tailing it to St. Barts when the country's economic future looks about as bright as a hungry kid in Myanmar?
In case you want to live vicariously the life you'll probably never be able to afford, here is a short video of the show courtesy of Miami Herald. Also below is a nifty YouTube video in case you can't get enough.
2. Those that spend $10,000 on designer pieces don't actually THINK about it, their husband's accountants do. (see, it would probably oversaturate their feeble brain)
3. You're best chance to score a sugar mama of that kind would be if you morphed into a tea-cup size rat-lookin' dog...i think they are called Yorkies. In which case you'd have to put up with loads of Juicy Couture doggie outfits. -barf-
Oh yeah, the first thing I do whenever I meet Karl Lagerfeld is pull of those gloves off...I've always wondered whats under those... hmm.
i wanted to go, but it didnt go work outttt.
under those gloves karl lagerfeld has the hands of a baby angel
a couture-makin baby angel =]