I want to take a second to talk about something that’s been on my mind since Karl Lagerfeld’s passing yesterday. I’ve looked up to him for as long as I can remember, so when @rosierosedesigner
posted about Karl’s disparaging comments towards the #MeToo
movement, I was tempted to sweep it under the rug because his life’s work helped make me who I am today.
But I can’t do that. And I’m very grateful she brought this issue to my attention. The world of fashion—and the people who built it—mean so much to me, and because of that, I will not feign ignorance about its flaws. When you truly love something, you should want to see it for what it really is. Or, who he really is. The man who brought Chanel back to life in the 80s is the same one who dismissed sexual harassment & assault as part of a model’s job description. The designer who helped propel the career of Cindy Crawford is the same one who did not believe curvy women had a place in fashion.
I honestly don’t know what to think about him anymore. It’s not as if he deserves to be lumped into the same group as Harvey Weinstein, but I can’t say that I see him with the same admiration as I used to either. Even though it stung to dive into the controversial side of Karl’s legacy, I’m glad I did because at least I’m not fooling myself. At least, I can see the man for who he was—flaws and all.