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Mise à jour 10 juin 2024 par Redak
Do you know what fascinates me in the world of haute couture? It’s not the dresses with a thousand sequins or the endless parades where even the chihuahuas are dressed in Prada. No, what really amazes me is this incredible ability that fashion has to transform everything into a spectacle worthy of the greatest Shakespearean dramas. Take for example, the new Disney+ series, “Becoming Karl Lagerfeld.” Ah, the Kaiser of fashion, this mysterious man behind his dark glasses, who would probably have managed to sell a Chanel plastic bag for 2000 euros, just by saying a few words in German.
Adapted from the biography “Kaiser Karl” by Raphaëlle Bacqué, this six-episode series takes us into Lagerfeld’s beginnings in Paris in the 1970s. Imagine him, Karl, without his famous ponytail, roaming the streets of Paris like a mercenary ready-to-wear. A time when he bonded with Gaby Aghion, founder of Chloé, and competed with Yves Saint Laurent, protégé of Pierre Bergé. And of course, her tumultuous relationship with Jacques de Bascher, the ultimate dandy and great love of her life. A real soap opera, with outfits more extravagant than those of Dynasty.
But let’s be honest for a minute. The world of haute couture is a bit like the world of Harry Potter, but with less magic and more snobbery. Daniel Brühl, who plays Lagerfeld, describes his character as a “matador”. Yes, because wearing stilettos really prepares you to face a 600 kilo bull. That alone is already a pretty funny image.
So why this fascination with a world so far from our daily lives? Perhaps because, as Alex Lutz says, we are in an era where “fashion is a heritage”. That’s right, who wouldn’t want to look back and get lost in the glamour, drama and pretension of a bygone era? Except that all this hype, this glamor and this vacuity are also part of the “unhealthy” charm of fashion, as Daniel Brühl so well points out. It is a world where appearances reign supreme, where reality is carefully hidden behind velvet curtains.
So, what to do with all this? Maybe it’s time to reinvent our vision of fashion. To see it not as an inaccessible summit of inhuman perfection, but as an art form accessible to all. Fashion that celebrates diversity, dares simplicity and embraces authenticity. No more uncomfortable outfits and six-inch heels. Long live sneakers and clothes you can truly live in, love, and, let’s be crazy, breathe.
Ultimately, fashion should be self-expression, not a gilded cage. Perhaps Karl Lagerfeld himself would have appreciated this idea, he who always cultivated mystery and singularity. So the next time you watch “Becoming Karl Lagerfeld,” do so with a wry smile and a touch of cynicism. Because in this world of glitter and drama, a little humor is always in order.
