Thursday, May 21, 2009
There's nothing better than a tell-all book, unless it's a tell-all about someone the general public could give two shits about. Not the case this time around. Uncle Karl's ex-assistant, Arnaud Maillard, says thanks for the memories and attempts to ruin the mystique surrounding the legenday designer in Merci Karl. Apparently, Lagerfeld is a cold, narcisstic cunt who will soon cut you as look at you...just as we'd always hoped/imagined. As soon as we import this book from France, Dolly will translate and post the most interesting snippets. That is if she's not too busy writing her own tell-all about Suze Yalof Schwartz. One word: beeyotch.