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Karl Lagerfeld For H&m
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Originally posted by kimair@Nov 17 2004, 01:40 PM
so let me get this straight, he wanted more of the pieces produced so more people could buy them, but not people who aren't a size 0?
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Jeez, Karl is such an idiot
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I read Jean Paul Gaultier is doing clothes for La Redoute now 
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yes...karlotta is truly an idiot...
i've just come from h&M...two of them actually...and there are lots of pieces left...the pieces that seem to have sold out are the jeans, silk blouses and sequin jkt and hats and ties...
that's my report from nyc...
i've just come from h&M...two of them actually...and there are lots of pieces left...the pieces that seem to have sold out are the jeans, silk blouses and sequin jkt and hats and ties...
that's my report from nyc...
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Originally posted by softgrey@Nov 17 2004, 06:06 PM
yes...karlotta is truly an idiot...
i've just come from h&M...two of them actually...and there are lots of pieces left...the pieces that seem to have sold out are the jeans, silk blouses and sequin jkt and hats and ties...
that's my report from nyc...
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Went in again today, nothing seems to have sold never mind sold-out apart from the t-shirts.
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sadly, i agree with him.
well, he is being a tad hypocritical about the sizing issue...however, i still agree with why he may be angry.
well, he is being a tad hypocritical about the sizing issue...however, i still agree with why he may be angry.
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Yeah, but what sizes are left. When I went in last week, the only sizes available were 14 for women. And there were about six to eight size 14 left in the tuxedo shirt.
I kind of agree to an extent. I think that they could have limited the amount of larger sizes and instead produced a few more in the popular 2-6 sizes that were gone in minutes.
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Hey, I know this is an old thread but this needs to be said. I went in to H&M today and smelt the tester of Liquid Karl for the first time. MEIN GOTT IM HIMMEL that was the worst perfume I've ever had the misfortune to abuse my nose with. It actually smelt like rancid bread-mould, how did Karl manage to create a scent almost as past-its-best as he is?
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I totally agree... it reeks!!PrinceOfCats said:
karl
karl has been a spectacular fixture in fashion for decades. his own lines & chanel are superior fashion.
however his recent partnering with H&M & Tommy H are the signs of the denouement of his career. he is taking the money & running. if you miantian a high standard of fashion you do not buy H&M or Tommy & you do not support KL there.
while sad karl's cashing out at age 70 [?] is totally understandable.
so i honour his decades of brilliance & ignore H&M & Tommy as kaisar karl sails off into the sunset.
just dont buy H&M or tommy and keep YOUR standards & buying power strong.
karl has been a spectacular fixture in fashion for decades. his own lines & chanel are superior fashion.
however his recent partnering with H&M & Tommy H are the signs of the denouement of his career. he is taking the money & running. if you miantian a high standard of fashion you do not buy H&M or Tommy & you do not support KL there.
while sad karl's cashing out at age 70 [?] is totally understandable.
so i honour his decades of brilliance & ignore H&M & Tommy as kaisar karl sails off into the sunset.
just dont buy H&M or tommy and keep YOUR standards & buying power strong.
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New Karl Interview w/H&M mention and the weight issue...
'I do success very well'
(Filed: 22/12/2004)
At 66 – or is it 71? – Karl Lagerfeld is still the world's most prolific fashion designer. But what he really wants is to dress The Queen in black, writes Olga Craig
Karl Lagerfeld's fine-nibbed felt pen scratches across the surface of the sketch pad that sits, neatly aligned, in the centre of his immaculately tidy desk. It's just below a row of marbles, just to the right of his collection of fake gems and mother-of-pearl. (The glitter and colours inspire him, he says.)
Prince of couture: Lagerfeld with an admiring Nicole KidmanHis brow is puckered, his gaze intense, as he draws the outline of a woman, her arms akimbo, her hips swung provocatively to the side. Mr Lagerfeld, perhaps the world's most famous haute couture designer, is sketching me. Or, rather, he is designing an outfit for me. It will, he says, be perfect for my figure.
As his surprisingly small, ring-bedecked hand flits across the paper, he tells me: "This is right for you. Long, elegant lines. And with high heels, of course. Always the high heels."
"I am only five foot one," I say. "And what is wrong with that?" he asks, in his clipped, German accent, as he reaches for a thicker pen and colours in the suit with bold, sweeping strokes.
"For a woman, that is fine. You are skinny. But you must always wear the high heels. But think what it would be like for a man. So short. Impossible."
"Voilà," he says, signing his sketch with a flourish and pushing it across the table. "This is perfect for you. Perhaps you could wear it with that, it is rather fine," he says, pointing to a chunky brown leather belt I am wearing. I am flattered. The belt cost me a paltry £10 in a street market. And he is Karl Lagerfeld.
The image he has drawn is of a bone-thin, slinky woman. She is how I would like to look, though in reality she bears no resemblance to me - and her arms, if unfurled, would stretch to below her knees. "Hmm, I'm rather fatter than that," I venture, conscious that I have introduced the "fat" word.
It is, I have heard, a touchy subject. Mr Lagerfeld is the designer who, to the astonishment of the haute couture world, recently designed a collection for H&M, the Swedish high street label which sells dresses to the masses for an average price of £60 - significantly less than the cost of an haute couture buttonhole.
Days after the launch he berated the company for committing the cardinal fashion sin: making his clothes in sizes large enough to fit all their customers.
"What I didn't like was that certain fashion sizes were made bigger," he said afterwards. "What I created was fashion for slim, slender people." Vowing never to work for the company again, he sniffed: "The incomprehensible decisions made by the management in Stockholm have removed any desire I had to do something like that again." Since the average British woman is a size 16, H&M was horrified and asked Lagerfeld to apologise. He did not.
He ignores my comment.
"Perhaps you could wear this with a white shirt underneath, but you must have it in black," he says, gazing again at his sketch. "Black is your colour." It is something, he tells me, I have in common with our Queen.
"She should wear black, I would love to dress your Queen in black," he says. "I know, I know, she must wear the pastels, for the photographers. But she could look so elegant in black. She was, you know, so cute, a beauty in fact, as a young woman."
Black is also very slimming, I say, still hoping to draw him on the H&M spat. Mr Lagerfeld seems unruffled, although he admits that being fat is "not nice".
"Those who are undisciplined become fat. There is something distasteful about their inability to control themselves. To be thin takes control and rigour," he says.
Quick draw: Lagerfeld's sketch of Olga CraigHis evident reluctance to be drawn any further on the subject suggests that he is trying to stay out of trouble.
This may be because Lagerfeld, whose couture customers include Nicole Kidman and Jerry Hall, is yet again wedded to another company far lowlier than his own. Last Monday, the Tommy Hilfiger Corporation, the brash, sporty American clothes label that used to be ridiculed by the fashion elite in the 1990s, announced it had acquired the trademarks of Karl Lagerfeld.
Although neither will disclose what Hilfiger paid for the trademarks - Karl Lagerfeld, Lagerfeld Gallery, KL and Lagerfeld - Lagerfeld had been searching for a buyer for two years. So think plenty of cash.
He is fabulously wealthy already, with three houses to his name at the last count and the kind of insatiable shopping habit - furniture, art, rare books - which makes auction houses very happy. The Lagerfeld labels never disclose their turnover, so there is no way for outsiders to know their worth.
The union is likely to make him richer still. When Lagerfeld did his one-off designs for H&M, his creations sold out of the Paris stores in one morning after fans queued overnight to snap them up. The response of the New York stock market has been another indicator. The shares of Hilfiger stock rose by almost four per cent following Monday's announcement.
He will, he says, be leaving the business side of things to Hilfiger's executives. "I can design an empire-line dress, but not an empire," he explains.
Didn't he feel that he might, shall we say, debase his reputation by linking his brand to Hilfiger?
"Do you mean did I burn my fingers with H&M?" he smiles. "No. And in doing it I proved that I can do both sides - haute couture and, um, um, this type." He doesn't say down-market but I assume it's what he means.
He insists the marriage will not affect his work as chief designer for Chanel and Fendi. "And America is buzzing at the moment, I love its creative energies," he says.
Big market, I agree, but also big people.
"Yes, it is true, America is a country full of big fat people," he concedes.
"People come in all shapes and sizes. I was against big once, but not now."
This strikes me as contradictory, but I suspect that beneath the carefully maintained façade of grandeur there's an acute financial pragmatism.
Lagerfeld may claim to tolerate all shapes and sizes, but he certainly doesn't accept his own. Three years ago he lost six of his 16 stone in little more than a year - now he doesn't allow his weight to go above nine-and-a-half stone. He is wasp-waisted, although I notice the swell of a slightly rounded tummy above his Hedi Slimane (Dior Homme) trousers.
"No, I am not horrified at how I once looked," he says. "That was in the past." (This is a favourite, oft-repeated phrase. Lagerfeld uses it when he does not wish to discuss something.)
"I just wanted a different look, to wear Hedi Slimane's narrow-cut clothes. So I dieted. I now eat only steamed fish, steamed vegetables, lots of fruit. Some meat.
"I have breakfast at eight, lunch at 1pm. I eat because otherwise I would faint. But I don't much care for it. It is rigorous but, no, I am not a control freak." There is nothing, he insists, that he craves. And he never cooks.
At Christmas he will have his usual fare, no unwanted festive calories.
"It is a Saturday, a working day. It will be like no other. Christmas is for children, and I don't like children," he says.
"Other people's are fine. But not for me. I have never felt the need to be part of a family unit. Also, imagine if I had a child and he was mediocre. I would hate that. Then again, if he was better than me I might hate that too."
He does not like his weight to drop below 60 kilos (nine stone) "because my face caves in, I look too old". It is understandable why, in the youth-obsessed world of fashion, Lagerfeld should yearn to look younger. He says he is 66 but if a German newspaper, which claims to have checked his birth certificate, is to be believed, he is actually 71.
No matter, he still looks younger than his years. "This morning I was 59 kilos," he says.
"I weigh myself most mornings. It is right that we should all look after ourselves. Women these days go to so much more trouble, quite rightly, to look after their appearance. If they want cosmetic surgery, why not?"
Would he consider it?
"Oh everyone said I had liposuction, but I didn't. Nor have I had a face-lift." His hand moves to his powdered white hair, pulled back in his trademark ponytail. "Anyway, with my hairline, a lift would show," he declares.
Lagerfeld is heavily tanned and his skin is surprisingly fresh; he is an extremely attractive man. Although his body is too thin, his dieting has left him with chiselled cheekbones.
"I rarely exercise - I am too lazy," he jokes. "I dance the occasional tango for exercise."
Ballroom dancing is a legacy from Lagerfeld's youth. So, too, is body building.
"Oh I would never do that again," he shudders. "Those big muscley biceps - ugh." A look of intense distaste crosses his face. We are back, it seems, to big, to fat.
He was thin, he tells me, as a child. Lagerfeld was born in Germany and raised on a large family estate near the Danish border, but moved to Paris when he was 14.
He was the son of an elderly industrialist who made his fortune introducing condensed milk to Europe, and a somewhat eccentric mother who specialised in criticism. Usually of Karl. She once tore up his diaries, saying that the world did not need to know how stupid he could be.
"My childhood was wonderful," he says when I query this. "She was right to be critical. I needed it. I never resented it - it was never mean or malicious. I always knew I was loved."
This may be true, and certainly to this day he wears his parents' wedding rings on a chain around his neck. But it's also true that his mother waited a fortnight before telling him that his father had died - "I know you don't like funerals," she told him - and wrote a letter before her own death, banning her son from seeing her in her coffin or attending her funeral.
He insists she was right to do this. "I would do the same. I do not want people to look at me after my death. I don't want to be seen without control."
Lagerfeld is clearly obsessed by his looks. That he should want to control his appearance, even after death, does not surprise me. I was informed before our meeting there was absolutely no chance of bringing a photographer to the interview.
Instead Caroline, his private assistant, has a selection of pictures. In many of them Lagerfeld can be seen holding his right hand tightly at waist level. This is because he takes the pictures himself, in a mirror. Then the tiny camera he is holding is airbrushed out on a computer. Photography, he explains, is an abiding passion, his second career.
One wonders where he finds the time. He is easily the most prolific designer in the world, creating two collections a year for both Chanel and Fendi, two of the most powerful couture houses on the planet. He was born, he says, with a pencil in his hand. "To me designing is like breathing, I could not not do it."
He is currently working on his March collection which, he says, will centre on 18th-century gowns. "Not the big dresses, though," he tells me.
His idea of relaxation, a word he seems to dislike, is to lie in his bath listening to his iPod. One of his 70 iPods, that is.
"I have some white ones but lots of metallic pinks, blues. I have had every single CD I have downloaded. I enjoy gadgets."
Isn't 70 rather excessive?
"If I like something I like to have a lot of it," he says dismissively. "Eccentric? Perhaps I am. But then I know only how I am, not how others are. I never compare, I never compete."
His other great joy is shopping. "I love the festive excitement of the streets. I'm somebody who likes to buy clothes. And I am not happy in anything but Dior. Sometimes I buy other designers, but I give them to friends. As a gift for myself? Another chrome ring perhaps?"
Where, I ask in astonishment, would he put it? Each of his stubby fingers is adorned. The rings are so chunky one can barely see his fingers: at a distance his hands look like miniature metallic adjuncts.
"I wear my cuffs long, so there is no room for bracelets," he says, by way of explanation. "I have 300 rings; I choose which ones to wear each morning. He reels off their provenance: some are Dior; one, interestingly, is H&M.
"People were happy with my clothes for them, they will be happy with my Hilfiger designs, too," he says. "I do success very well."
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/money/ma...GAVCBQWJVC?xml=/money/2004/12/14/cnhilf14.xmlTelegraph UK
(Filed: 22/12/2004)
At 66 – or is it 71? – Karl Lagerfeld is still the world's most prolific fashion designer. But what he really wants is to dress The Queen in black, writes Olga Craig
Karl Lagerfeld's fine-nibbed felt pen scratches across the surface of the sketch pad that sits, neatly aligned, in the centre of his immaculately tidy desk. It's just below a row of marbles, just to the right of his collection of fake gems and mother-of-pearl. (The glitter and colours inspire him, he says.)
As his surprisingly small, ring-bedecked hand flits across the paper, he tells me: "This is right for you. Long, elegant lines. And with high heels, of course. Always the high heels."
"I am only five foot one," I say. "And what is wrong with that?" he asks, in his clipped, German accent, as he reaches for a thicker pen and colours in the suit with bold, sweeping strokes.
"For a woman, that is fine. You are skinny. But you must always wear the high heels. But think what it would be like for a man. So short. Impossible."
"Voilà," he says, signing his sketch with a flourish and pushing it across the table. "This is perfect for you. Perhaps you could wear it with that, it is rather fine," he says, pointing to a chunky brown leather belt I am wearing. I am flattered. The belt cost me a paltry £10 in a street market. And he is Karl Lagerfeld.
The image he has drawn is of a bone-thin, slinky woman. She is how I would like to look, though in reality she bears no resemblance to me - and her arms, if unfurled, would stretch to below her knees. "Hmm, I'm rather fatter than that," I venture, conscious that I have introduced the "fat" word.
It is, I have heard, a touchy subject. Mr Lagerfeld is the designer who, to the astonishment of the haute couture world, recently designed a collection for H&M, the Swedish high street label which sells dresses to the masses for an average price of £60 - significantly less than the cost of an haute couture buttonhole.
Days after the launch he berated the company for committing the cardinal fashion sin: making his clothes in sizes large enough to fit all their customers.
"What I didn't like was that certain fashion sizes were made bigger," he said afterwards. "What I created was fashion for slim, slender people." Vowing never to work for the company again, he sniffed: "The incomprehensible decisions made by the management in Stockholm have removed any desire I had to do something like that again." Since the average British woman is a size 16, H&M was horrified and asked Lagerfeld to apologise. He did not.
He ignores my comment.
"Perhaps you could wear this with a white shirt underneath, but you must have it in black," he says, gazing again at his sketch. "Black is your colour." It is something, he tells me, I have in common with our Queen.
"She should wear black, I would love to dress your Queen in black," he says. "I know, I know, she must wear the pastels, for the photographers. But she could look so elegant in black. She was, you know, so cute, a beauty in fact, as a young woman."
Black is also very slimming, I say, still hoping to draw him on the H&M spat. Mr Lagerfeld seems unruffled, although he admits that being fat is "not nice".
"Those who are undisciplined become fat. There is something distasteful about their inability to control themselves. To be thin takes control and rigour," he says.
This may be because Lagerfeld, whose couture customers include Nicole Kidman and Jerry Hall, is yet again wedded to another company far lowlier than his own. Last Monday, the Tommy Hilfiger Corporation, the brash, sporty American clothes label that used to be ridiculed by the fashion elite in the 1990s, announced it had acquired the trademarks of Karl Lagerfeld.
Although neither will disclose what Hilfiger paid for the trademarks - Karl Lagerfeld, Lagerfeld Gallery, KL and Lagerfeld - Lagerfeld had been searching for a buyer for two years. So think plenty of cash.
He is fabulously wealthy already, with three houses to his name at the last count and the kind of insatiable shopping habit - furniture, art, rare books - which makes auction houses very happy. The Lagerfeld labels never disclose their turnover, so there is no way for outsiders to know their worth.
The union is likely to make him richer still. When Lagerfeld did his one-off designs for H&M, his creations sold out of the Paris stores in one morning after fans queued overnight to snap them up. The response of the New York stock market has been another indicator. The shares of Hilfiger stock rose by almost four per cent following Monday's announcement.
He will, he says, be leaving the business side of things to Hilfiger's executives. "I can design an empire-line dress, but not an empire," he explains.
Didn't he feel that he might, shall we say, debase his reputation by linking his brand to Hilfiger?
"Do you mean did I burn my fingers with H&M?" he smiles. "No. And in doing it I proved that I can do both sides - haute couture and, um, um, this type." He doesn't say down-market but I assume it's what he means.
He insists the marriage will not affect his work as chief designer for Chanel and Fendi. "And America is buzzing at the moment, I love its creative energies," he says.
Big market, I agree, but also big people.
"Yes, it is true, America is a country full of big fat people," he concedes.
"People come in all shapes and sizes. I was against big once, but not now."
This strikes me as contradictory, but I suspect that beneath the carefully maintained façade of grandeur there's an acute financial pragmatism.
Lagerfeld may claim to tolerate all shapes and sizes, but he certainly doesn't accept his own. Three years ago he lost six of his 16 stone in little more than a year - now he doesn't allow his weight to go above nine-and-a-half stone. He is wasp-waisted, although I notice the swell of a slightly rounded tummy above his Hedi Slimane (Dior Homme) trousers.
"No, I am not horrified at how I once looked," he says. "That was in the past." (This is a favourite, oft-repeated phrase. Lagerfeld uses it when he does not wish to discuss something.)
"I just wanted a different look, to wear Hedi Slimane's narrow-cut clothes. So I dieted. I now eat only steamed fish, steamed vegetables, lots of fruit. Some meat.
"I have breakfast at eight, lunch at 1pm. I eat because otherwise I would faint. But I don't much care for it. It is rigorous but, no, I am not a control freak." There is nothing, he insists, that he craves. And he never cooks.
At Christmas he will have his usual fare, no unwanted festive calories.
"It is a Saturday, a working day. It will be like no other. Christmas is for children, and I don't like children," he says.
"Other people's are fine. But not for me. I have never felt the need to be part of a family unit. Also, imagine if I had a child and he was mediocre. I would hate that. Then again, if he was better than me I might hate that too."
He does not like his weight to drop below 60 kilos (nine stone) "because my face caves in, I look too old". It is understandable why, in the youth-obsessed world of fashion, Lagerfeld should yearn to look younger. He says he is 66 but if a German newspaper, which claims to have checked his birth certificate, is to be believed, he is actually 71.
No matter, he still looks younger than his years. "This morning I was 59 kilos," he says.
"I weigh myself most mornings. It is right that we should all look after ourselves. Women these days go to so much more trouble, quite rightly, to look after their appearance. If they want cosmetic surgery, why not?"
Would he consider it?
"Oh everyone said I had liposuction, but I didn't. Nor have I had a face-lift." His hand moves to his powdered white hair, pulled back in his trademark ponytail. "Anyway, with my hairline, a lift would show," he declares.
Lagerfeld is heavily tanned and his skin is surprisingly fresh; he is an extremely attractive man. Although his body is too thin, his dieting has left him with chiselled cheekbones.
Ballroom dancing is a legacy from Lagerfeld's youth. So, too, is body building.
"Oh I would never do that again," he shudders. "Those big muscley biceps - ugh." A look of intense distaste crosses his face. We are back, it seems, to big, to fat.
He was thin, he tells me, as a child. Lagerfeld was born in Germany and raised on a large family estate near the Danish border, but moved to Paris when he was 14.
He was the son of an elderly industrialist who made his fortune introducing condensed milk to Europe, and a somewhat eccentric mother who specialised in criticism. Usually of Karl. She once tore up his diaries, saying that the world did not need to know how stupid he could be.
"My childhood was wonderful," he says when I query this. "She was right to be critical. I needed it. I never resented it - it was never mean or malicious. I always knew I was loved."
This may be true, and certainly to this day he wears his parents' wedding rings on a chain around his neck. But it's also true that his mother waited a fortnight before telling him that his father had died - "I know you don't like funerals," she told him - and wrote a letter before her own death, banning her son from seeing her in her coffin or attending her funeral.
He insists she was right to do this. "I would do the same. I do not want people to look at me after my death. I don't want to be seen without control."
Lagerfeld is clearly obsessed by his looks. That he should want to control his appearance, even after death, does not surprise me. I was informed before our meeting there was absolutely no chance of bringing a photographer to the interview.
Instead Caroline, his private assistant, has a selection of pictures. In many of them Lagerfeld can be seen holding his right hand tightly at waist level. This is because he takes the pictures himself, in a mirror. Then the tiny camera he is holding is airbrushed out on a computer. Photography, he explains, is an abiding passion, his second career.
One wonders where he finds the time. He is easily the most prolific designer in the world, creating two collections a year for both Chanel and Fendi, two of the most powerful couture houses on the planet. He was born, he says, with a pencil in his hand. "To me designing is like breathing, I could not not do it."
He is currently working on his March collection which, he says, will centre on 18th-century gowns. "Not the big dresses, though," he tells me.
His idea of relaxation, a word he seems to dislike, is to lie in his bath listening to his iPod. One of his 70 iPods, that is.
"I have some white ones but lots of metallic pinks, blues. I have had every single CD I have downloaded. I enjoy gadgets."
Isn't 70 rather excessive?
"If I like something I like to have a lot of it," he says dismissively. "Eccentric? Perhaps I am. But then I know only how I am, not how others are. I never compare, I never compete."
His other great joy is shopping. "I love the festive excitement of the streets. I'm somebody who likes to buy clothes. And I am not happy in anything but Dior. Sometimes I buy other designers, but I give them to friends. As a gift for myself? Another chrome ring perhaps?"
Where, I ask in astonishment, would he put it? Each of his stubby fingers is adorned. The rings are so chunky one can barely see his fingers: at a distance his hands look like miniature metallic adjuncts.
"I wear my cuffs long, so there is no room for bracelets," he says, by way of explanation. "I have 300 rings; I choose which ones to wear each morning. He reels off their provenance: some are Dior; one, interestingly, is H&M.
"People were happy with my clothes for them, they will be happy with my Hilfiger designs, too," he says. "I do success very well."
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/money/ma...GAVCBQWJVC?xml=/money/2004/12/14/cnhilf14.xmlTelegraph UK
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i found it very, very strange when he was talking about models buying from h&m. He said that they skip lunch to go shopping there, and he actually said, "they forego a long and heavy lunch staying slim and healthy". Which is incredibly screwed up. I have to admit that yeah, I do skip meals for the wrong reasons but at least I know it is not healthy and I really shouldn't be doing it. But this guy is actually saying it is healthy and then totally publicising it, knowing vulnerable people will be influenced by him! 
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"he is an extremely attractive man"
He wishes.
He wishes.
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very interesting article!!
thanks for posting!
thanks for posting!
slim and healthy
it is known scientifically that to be thin promotes longevity while obesity subtracts years from lifespan.
personally I find kl's late-life slimness amazing & admirable. sophie dahl too.
and if youre mad about karl preaching slim then you have to object to the entire fashion industry which has long preached slim from models to clothes on runway to clothes in magazines to body image in every regard.
it is known scientifically that to be thin promotes longevity while obesity subtracts years from lifespan.
personally I find kl's late-life slimness amazing & admirable. sophie dahl too.
and if youre mad about karl preaching slim then you have to object to the entire fashion industry which has long preached slim from models to clothes on runway to clothes in magazines to body image in every regard.
The Karl+HM movie ad
http://www.davidreviews.com/preferences.asp?ID=2004111110
You can chose the type of the movie and the bandwith, too.
I am sorry if this has been posted before:-)
http://www.davidreviews.com/preferences.asp?ID=2004111110
You can chose the type of the movie and the bandwith, too.
I am sorry if this has been posted before:-)
