Fashion does not have to prove that it is serious. It is the proof that intelligent frivolity can be something creative and positive.
Beauty is also submitted to the taste of time...
I hated the company of other children. I wanted to be a grownup person, to be taken seriously. I hated the idea of childhood; I thought it was a moment of endless stupidity.
I only know how to play one role: me.
I’m not crazy to discuss fashion with men. I couldn’t care less about their opinion.
I love dogs, but dogs, you have to be in the country with dogs. I cannot walk a dog on the street.
I live my memoirs, I don’t have to write them down.
I am a sort of vampire, taking the blood of other people.
There are so many third-rate people now who are more famous than people who should be famous, but sometimes people who could or should be famous are very boring, too.
When I was a child, I never played with other children. I hated them.
I was never a feminist because I was never ugly enough for that.
Only the minute and the future are interesting in fashion – it exists to be destroyed. If everybody did everything with respect, you’d go nowhere.
I have now exactly the same weight I had when I was 18, 20.
Some people would like me to be round again.
I like newspapers. Maybe the iPad is very modern and everything, and I’m not against it, but I like the physical contact. And the physical contact of metal and glass is not as sensuous as paper.
I like girls to be wild but at the same time beautifully brought up and very funny.
I had an interview once with some German journalist – some horrible, ugly woman. It was in the early days after the communists – maybe a week after – and she wore a yellow sweater that was kind of see-through. She had huge tits and a huge black bra, and she said to me, ‘It’s impolite; remove your glasses.’ I said, ‘Do I ask you to remove your bra?
When I was younger I wanted to be a caricaturist. In the end, I’ve become a caricature.
One Is Never Over-Dressed OR Understand With A Little Black Dress” By Karl Lagerfeld.
There is nothing worse than bringing up the ‘good old days.’ To me, that’s the ultimate acknowledgment of failure.
I am a living label. My name is Labelfeld not Lagerfeld.