My adoring public, only jewelry should last for years. That Marc Jacobs dress from 4 years ago should be dead and gone. Burned, preferably. It's like an offering to the Gods of Fashion - 'Bring me Alexander Wang this year, oh Gods!' Of course, Karl thinks he is God. He might very well be - I mean, how could we prove otherwise?
Hordes of worshippers? Check.
Dictatorial control of hundreds? Check.
Mysterious and elusive? Check.
Oh dear. I am proving him right.
Anyway, I need to go train my impersonator - she's not getting my disconcerting stare right quite yet.
NO, YOU NEVER SMILE. NEVER EVER EVER EVER. EVEN IF THE DAMN QUEEN OF ENGLAND SAYS HELLO, YOU NEVER SMILE. UNDERSTAND?