A little bit ago, Leo forwarded me this email, with the words “I know where I am shopping for wedding clothes!”
I don’t think I’ve written about my mild obsession with Karl, but I find the man deeply, insanely fascinating. As I saw him referred to once, a cotton candy haired quote machine. (SOMEONE GAVE HIM A FACEBOOK IN WHITE GOLD.)
Anyway, I don’t care what else happens, I don’t think Leo and I can get married unless he’s wearing this… necklace? Medallion?
He’s planning to use it to summon Mr. Lagerfeld in a mirror, Bloody Mary style. There will be a FASHIONING.
