Dear Karl,
I’m not sure if i’m drunk or high right now, but i have to say this: I love you, or to be more precised, i love your clothes (thank god i’m not in love with a 60 something years old man who is obsessed with black clothes). So please say you love me too (don’t be shy) and send your shoes, belt, portrait bag and the over-the-top fake tattoo so we can have a fabulous date at the Palais Royal after your Chanel show (i don’t mind if you skip the dinner but please don’t forget the accessories).
xoxo
C.
P.S: can you please ask Natasha Poly how could she maintain that fierce look on the runway?
