No avatar could be more surreal than his own carefully created appearance behind dark glasses, with corset-like high-neck collars, leather gloves, thick foundation and a way of firing out decisive bon mots that didn't encourage debate.Īnd as the years passed, no other fashion houses could rival the extravagant shows he staged. His major skill at Chanel was making the house, and himself, internationally recognised. His understanding of how our culture would become so dependent on the quick fix of visually arresting social media posts was truly prophetic. This is why it's so fitting he should be the theme of this bash, where the over-the-top display of celebrities showing off is arguably more famous than the Metropolitan Museum Of Art itself, or the Costume Institute, which benefits from funds raised.Īnd Karl would totally have got that, because he was the maestro of spectacular branding, always aware of the increasing truth of the cliche that a picture is worth a thousand words. While Coco Chanel was famous for a sleek, quiet chic, when Lagerfeld took over the house he realised how much of contemporary fashion is about showiness. Stiff, high white collars, black and white, leather, short fitted jackets, skin-tight trousers and powdered hair will all no doubt be on display. (Sept.Light touch: Katy Perry as a Moschino chandelier at 2019’s gala Day's watercolors look so natural that it's possible to believe the story for a minute or two-certainly, the combination of grassy settings, friendly village shops and, of course, tender companionship adds up to an excursion virtually any reader would enjoy.
Carl is at his doggiest: he has the kids rolling over, carrying sticks in their mouths and chasing a squirrel. By the time Madeleine's mother comes to check on the nappers, everyone (including Carl's old friend the Irish terrier) is back in Madeleine's bedroom, striking sleeping-dog poses. With Madeleine riding Carl pony-style, they go to town, sit up and beg (successfully) for treats at a bakery and try out the revolving door of a well-stocked toy store.
Less mischievous than in his previous appearances (skipping out during naptime is Carl's only real prank here), the irresistible rottweiler conducts the children on a walk through suburban fields, pausing to lead them in stretching out their back legs, marching atop a short stone ledge, etc. ""You can be the leader!"" they tell Carl amid the book's sole passage of text. Carl and baby Madeleine are supposed to be napping when the neighborhood children approach the bedroom window and suggest a game of Follow the Leader.
Day's latest does not lead the pack of her almost wordless picture books about the baby-sitting rottweiler Carl, but it nevertheless offers an idyllic vision to its readers.
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