Karl Lagerfeld's superstar status in the fashion industry translates easily into his clothing; like the elite soldiers of his supreme army, Lagerfeld models strut down the runway like towering, broad shouldered titans.
Exaggerated panelling on the shoulder in fur, bead, and sundry metallic trims, fur upholstered motorcycle helmets with a nouveau-Soviet tinge, black alligator shifts, businesslike, military-esque mini capes, and stunningly dead-on sartorial technique really made for an intimidatingly chic showing this season.
It was obvious, however, that a little bit of Lagerfeld's work on the Fendi line had carried over into his own- the line had the same techno-industrial feel of Fendi with the occasional fine dusting of metal on otherwise solid fabrics, along with a bit of forties utilitarian a'la Miuccia with the boxy cuts and broad pleats.
Karl, you can invade our country any time you like. Take no prisoners.
