October 2, 2012
Imagining Lagerfeld: “There Is No Excuse for Fat.”
“This is absolutely ridiculous!” huffed my imaginary best friend Karl Lagerfeld when I conjured him up to meet me for a workout at Golds Gym Hollywood this afternoon. I immediately thought he was pissed because of the outfit I’d dressed him in: little black tennis shorts, knee-high white socks, black patent leather Nike high tops, a tight white tee shirt with CHANEL emblazoned across the chest in black, and of course his signature black aviator sunglasses.
“Sorry,” I said. “I thought you would feel comfortable like that. Much more showy than a tracksuit. Or is it too showy?”